In the end, he buried all his difficulties deep in his heart, and as time went by, the carriage heading to other countries seemed to have no trace, and the mountains and rivers were picturesque. Finally, he stood on the Qionglou Yuyu, surrounded by thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and enjoyed boundless loneliness. In the deep library in the courtyard, the dust-covered period of history will forever remain in the heart of the emperor, with everlasting sadness.