The Lord of the Jin Dynasty, with the posthumous title "Shang", was established as the prince by the late emperor at the age of fourteen, and ascended the throne at the age of nineteen. In the third month, the enemy army broke through the city, the Jin Dynasty was destroyed, and the emperor was captured.
——"Biography of Jin"
"Who is that person! Tell me, who is he!" Liu Yurui once grabbed the young man's shoulders like crazy and shouted loudly, but all he got was a pale smile from the young man. He looked at the young man numbly, with despair in his eyes: "Is your heart made of stone?"
"Your Majesty, do you know? Sometimes I really don't understand why I am so persistent." Yang Zishan looked at the terminally ill young man with a mocking smile, but slowly bent down and buried her face in his arms, "Do you know? I already knew who that person was, but I didn't dare to do it. They all said that I am cruel and vicious, but I don't dare to do it... Your Majesty, do you know?"
"Meishan, you don't have to blame yourself so much. I knew it earlier, I knew I was just a cover..." Chen Miyan dragged his last breath and held the boy's eyes, "I don't blame you, I have never blamed you..."
"Brother Zhi, why can't Mei'er feel your joy?" Lu Mei'er once asked the young man with her face raised, feeling a little sad in her heart. She never expected that one day she would hate this young man whom she once loved so much that she couldn't help herself: "Chen Qizhi, I hate you, why do you do this to me! Why! I don't want... I don't want to be a substitute!"
On the day when the boy lay in bed and could no longer move, he smiled and closed his eyes: "I am so tired of living. Finally... I can finally sleep..."