In the eleventh year of the Ming Dynasty's Zhengtong rule, Empress Dowager Jingping deliberately conspired to rebel.
It's not for power, it's not for the throne, it's for the truth.
When the world was in chaos, figures from the previous dynasty finally emerged one after another. Above the court, the fog of the fire in Prince Huai's Mansion during the Guangqi years was finally slowly cleared away word by word. King Huai's coffin was carried to the Xuanzheng Hall. Why did the brave and famous generals who slept inside it die? When the hall was opened, the smoke and dust of the past were clouding the eyes. When I looked back at the throne, all I saw was a crazy old woman with tears in her eyes.
The old people have all grown old, their phoenix hairpins and pendants have withered, their golden armor and golden scales have faded. After a farce, the year name changed again. The distance between me and myself, who was once called a person of temperament, is no longer as far as two years.
In the third year of Jingyuan, the mad woman Li Qingrong crashed into the palace wall and died.
Whether she is crazy or not, decades of prosperity have passed and no one cares.
Morning retreat, sunset.
The rickety figure on the dragon chair is lonely and dying. His eyes were looking at the Ming Dynasty Palace in the distance. The setting sun was setting. When he woke up from his dream, he was alone. He took off his clothes and let the past go with the wind.
Purpose: justice and love, governing the country and war
