Zhao Rong was an emperor, with no intrigues or competition. When the old emperor died, the throne was passed to him. The father was preoccupied with government affairs and had no interest in the harem or him; the queen mother was full of power, fought for power and profit, and only supported him. He lived painlessly for twenty years, showing no interest in it and catching nothing in his eyes.
By chance, following the rumors in the palace, I discovered a past event that had been buried in dust for twenty years, and also met an exiled immortal.
The immortal fell into his arms, his eyes full of joy, and then pushed away for a moment, leaving only sadness. The immortal sighed: "You are not him."
Later, when the clothes crossed his palm, he realized that he couldn't keep anything.
Intention: Fall in love with a breeze.