"How difficult is it to fall in love with someone?" Zhao Chenxing thought.
He walked out of the bloodbath of the heir just to have the capital to be with him. The man pulled him off the throne and said sternly, "I am only loyal to the emperor, or anyone who can become the emperor, but it will never be you now."
Zhao Chenxing fled to the desert of northern Xinjiang. When he came back again, he saw the sky full of snow and his imperial commander personally marching.
"Rebel!" Zhao Chenxing thrust his sword at him.
"Try hard to climb up to the throne." He retreated in defeat, leaving these words floating in the wind.
When Zhao Chenxing sat on the dragon chair again, he raised his chin.
"What now, you rebellious traitor?"
"I am aware of my guilt..."