I have always known that I am ill. But I don't care.
In my previous life, I watched coldly as the court fell into chaos and the officials schemed against one another. After finally waiting for the rebels to storm the imperial city, I set a great fire and buried myself along with my bedchamber.
When I opened my eyes, I had returned to my youth, just after taking the throne.
The regent had the court in his grip. The officials below the dais spoke of loyalty and serving the country, while thinking only of how to line their own pockets.
Was I weary of it all?
I was not.
I saw a eunuch who looked vaguely familiar kneeling at my feet, pleading desperately.
I couldn't bear to see him like that, so I pulled him up. As he looked at me with hopeful eyes, I slowly loosened the corner of my robe that he had been clutching.
"If the regent wants you dead, then drag him away and cut off his head."
I once walked through darkness, surrounded by cries of anguish, with no way forward in sight.
And you are the world.
Pairing: Emperor x loyal, patriotic regent
Content warning: The plot comes first, with a large cast. The blurb may change, but I can guarantee it will be a historical danmei novel.
Theme: Still thinking about it
