The Poison of the Throne - the Tyrant's Symbol

Ruthless Emperor × Affectionate Powerful Minister | Bloody Dependence | Game of Thrones | Imperial Epic | Two-way Redemption ——"You were supposed to be my lock, but you became my only indulgence." The throne of the Summer Palace made many people successful and destroyed many people. In the long history of the Sbres Empire, two people used their lives to prove this statement. In the historian's words: In the first week of his coronation, Bar Aiken Frando eliminated half of the Privy Council rebels, and the shadow under the throne still remains. Every memorial that Fassin Dutcher handles has a strange scent of ink - it is said that it can make people sign incriminating documents without knowing it. At a noble dinner: "Do you know why the emperor allowed him to enter and exit the palace freely?" "Because the tooth of the poisonous snake," the old earl waved the wine glass, "has been pulled out by His Majesty himself a long time ago." At the roulette table: Sailors bet on when the sycophant will fall out of favor, but no one dares to bet on the tyrant losing—— After all, the gambler who questioned His Majesty's majesty last time never showed up at the port again. Their unspoken truth: 1. Those purged by Baal had regicide poison hidden in their bedrooms 2. Those who were framed by Fassin had their account books filled with evidence of smuggling. 3. Whenever the emperor's pupils turn gilded gold (which is a precursor to the awakening of the evil god), the powerful officials will always hand over official documents that need to be signed "just in time" - the moment Fassin's fingertips touch the back of Baal's hand, the golden color will recede like the tide. "You are becoming less and less like a lock." Barr pressed Fassin against the remains of the statue, laughing maniacally, his golden eyes half-melted. He allowed the emperor to bite the curse mark on his chest, and blood flowed along the sacrificial robe: "I have been... Your accomplice for a long time." ——"Legends will fade, but memories will not." The old poet's fingers touched the broken base of the statue, where there was still a sword mark - many years ago, someone chopped off the statue's head with his own hands. The children sat cross-legged in front of him, their eyes filled with the stars of the summer night. "The grass is fragrant——" His singing is like a wisp of wind passing through the ruins, gently blowing over the names that have long been annihilated. "The boy and the general met on a midsummer night, When the dew was still fresh, they trampled through the frost of the entire Ednis. After winter comes, swords and curse seals become each other's wounds. And that day when the spring breeze blew through the royal city... One became a tyrant and the other became a sycophant. " The last note was scattered in the dusk, and the youngest child tugged on his sleeve: "What happened next?" The old poet looked at the incomplete statue and suddenly remembered that many years ago, someone looked up and asked him like this - At that time, the answer had not yet been burned to ashes. "Later..." His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the sword marks, as if he could still touch the cracked tiger's mouth of the sword wielder: "Then the fire got too big." "So big that he couldn't hold his hand." The children curled their lips and left in a hurry. Legends are just legends after all, not as real as the aroma of dinner. The evening wind swept through the grass, bringing with it a ray of hallucination—— "Go slower! This road... Well, it was obviously not so steep back then." "Shut up, if you keep talking I'll throw you into the thorn bushes." The old poet turned back sharply. The setting sun was like blood, and a bush of wild roses grew out of the cracks in the statue. The petals were as red as the blood oozing from someone's heart. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but only held a handful of cold wind. Intent: When chains become fetters, when sins breed protection - the cruel monarch and the restrained ministers redefine the meaning of loyalty in the midst of power and curse.