Decline, decline, Hu Bugui
In the end, the flower fell into his home
She in the imperial city understands him
But after all, she is a lotus flower on the West Lake in Jiangnan. How can a woman from Jiangnan be able to bear the emperor's grace?
He tried his best to plan the world, but he always missed her
Intention: How can love and power be combined? Maybe I only want beauty, not power, but wouldn't that make me a good emperor?
