Disillusionment

On the day of my fifteenth birthday, heavy snow covered the palace. He was once the most dazzling young prince in the world, Shen Yanli, but in an instant he witnessed the tragic death of his parents and the change of ownership of the country. The supreme glory was crushed into clay, and what was burned into the side of the neck was the mark of the sin slave and the fire of hatred. Falling from the clouds into hell, drinking ice for seven years cannot cool the hot blood. He crawled in the snow and mud, competed with wild dogs for food, and suffered the contempt and humiliation of the world. The humblest survival, only for the craziest obsession - revenge. The sharp blade is tempered and will eventually come out of its sheath. Riding a horse alone, bloodbath the palace. When all his enemies were killed, what he touched on the Dragon Throne was not the world, but nothingness. Only those eyes that once gave him a glimmer of light were his only misjudgment and regret on his bloody journey. The new emperor is wise and clears the rivers in the sea. But he rebuilt a prosperous world, but he couldn't repair a broken heart. When the responsibility is over and the old debts are paid, the snow that buried his life seems to be still falling silently...