In these troubled times, few countries can survive. It's either the weak and the strong; or it's just surviving. A country that can really coexist peacefully is a place where the throne is fought for. The princes form gangs and will do whatever it takes to get the throne. Even one's own sister can be used as an object of power exchange.
It is not terrible to linger on. The most terrifying thing in the world is the law of the jungle.
"Xiao Li'er?" A weak voice sounded in the darkness. "I am here, Your Highness. I have always been here..." There was no sound in the darkness, only the echo of his own voice in the valley. "Your Highness?" As his voice spread, the darkness was illuminated by light, and he saw a skeleton lying there. Yes, Her Royal Highness the Princess is dead. I just thought about it and slowly woke up from my dream.
When I woke up, my pillow was wet.
Don't worry, Sand Glyph Wen can go as far as you want.
Intention: It's nice to be cared about by someone.