Maybe, sometimes I wonder why I have to be proficient in calligraphy, poetry, riding and archery, and martial arts since childhood. Even if I did my best, neither my father nor my mother would praise me.
Sometimes I really want to say that the things I like are not stated clearly, I just hide them secretly and play with them. Father, if you find out, you will destroy the things I like with your own hands in front of me. Father, you said that my father being cruel to you now is for your own good in the future. I cried and begged you not to destroy it, but you abruptly cut off all my illusions about childhood, saying that I couldn't like anything, because if you like those things, they will become your weakness.
I really want to ask: Do the things you like have to be wiped out? And why what I like will definitely become my weakness, why do you want to obliterate everything I like, and are not willing to make me happy? The reason why my childhood became like this is because of the oppression of my father and the punishment of my mother. It was you who made my heart gradually closed and darkened. It lost all meaning and light. It was only the responsibility of being an emperor until I met him when I was ten years old. He is the first ray of sunshine in my life. I have never known that the meaning of his smile in my life is that he appeared in front of me when I needed the company of others the most. When he was most lonely and helpless, he accompanied me through this dark palace. He was the brightest sunshine I had ever seen since I became the emperor. Even if I took his wings, he would never let him escape from my side.
Intention: Not rigid! Not pedantic! ! ! !