I was lying on the bed sick, and I saw a figure kneeling in front of the bed, calling me in a low voice, "Sister."
I laughed.
"My brother is the emperor now, how can he kneel down to me, a sinful person?"
"Sister, I'm sorry for you..."
"As an emperor, I have never been sorry to anyone."
"Sister." He was silent for a moment.
"I'm sorry, brother."
This is the monologue of four people. It is everything about this story in the eyes of four people. There is truth, lies, love, and hate.
Wearing Langya robe is responsibility, blood, hurting each other, and never leaving.
I started serializing the article in junior high school on Tieba in my first year of high school, and dragged it until I finished it in my second year of high school. It took too long, and I gradually discovered a lot of contradictions, so I revised it for the fourth time.
Conception: