The elderly Lord Xianyang was sitting in the main hall of the palace, looking at the rays of sunshine falling in front of the palace, and the breeze blowing on his face. He squinted his eyes and looked at the dust particles in front of him. Those dust particles were shining like diamonds in the sunlight. In a hazy state, he seemed to see that person again, a handsome young man, as bright as jade and emerald, whose beauty was burning, but was annihilated like dust. Except for him, whose life was about to end, no one thought of or lamented that person.
If he could live again, he would trade the existence of a dynasty for the footprints of a single person.
He is a foolish king, perhaps also a tyrant. But he really doesn't want to be Mingjun anymore.
Also, Sister Chunhua, I'm sorry, he has been sorry to her in this life. His queen, the best queen in the world, and his sister forever.
Intention: Those who have passed away will not come back after all. If possible, I hope to live bravely in the present, face my own heart, face the people I cherish, and live my own fairy tale happiness.