When the late emperor passed away, I was woken up from my sleep by an imperial edict. The queen mother weptly named me the regent and asked me to assist the young emperor. I just needed to be polished and killed. I was in awe of him, and often played with him in private, asking, "Uncle Emperor, do you have me in your heart?" He was tired and wanted to live in seclusion in the countryside, "Your Majesty, I want to fight with you for the world." "Without Uncle Emperor, what is the use of my country?" Emmmmm.