He stepped on the bones of tens of thousands of people to ascend to the throne step by step, and he also wrote an outline of the vicissitudes of the human world. Lifting your hands to make clouds and covering your hands to make rain are just passing by in the end.
Watching spring fall and summer solstice, cold come and go, he just sat in the pavilion, holding a glass of wine and watching the flowers.
Ps: No cp (the protagonist may have a wife in some worlds.)
Awesome?(?????)?