His Majesty, who is not close to the harem, always spends the night in a mysterious palace. Could it be that the golden house hides the beauty? That night, the future queen saw for the first time the great emperor of the Chen Kingdom who had conquered all corners of the country and written the legend of Kyushu. However, she found that the sun was setting on him, his illness was difficult to treat, and he had long lost his former splendor.
She was really curious, what kind of His Majesty was this, and what had he experienced? Why do everyone say that his life has been the most consistent with his reputation as "no hatred"?
This short story was written seven years ago. At that time, my emotions were influenced by romance magazines, and I could only imagine the excitement I had never experienced. But when I recall the time of creation, I was full of passion and devoted myself. As a souvenir, let's raise a glass together to pay tribute to those lovely times when we were secretly obsessed with romance novels after class.
Intent: regretful love
