The Pity of Traveling Through Time and Being in the Emperor's House

The king who is sitting on the throne feels sad that he is too cold at the high place; the concubines who are always by his side mourn the new and bury the old; the dragon who wants to be favored laments that there is no need to rush into each other; the ministers who bow their heads in worship cannot help but complain. The Forbidden City is a glorious but cold prison; the imperial home is a glorious but desolate tomb.