On the wedding day, I didn't touch her. We agreed to divorce, but I had conditions.
Three years later, she used her prestige as a general to help me become emperor. She held the military power, and I held the court and shared the world.
(Abandon the trap at any time, my writing is terrible, don't put your hope in me)
Intention: It doesn't matter if you are poor or lowly, but the most terrible thing is your own decadence.