He Raised the National Flower in the Ruins

>As a flower spirit condensed into a country's destiny, I have the most perfect incarnation. >Throughout the dynasties, emperors imprisoned me at the altar at the deepest part of the palace, worshiped me devoutly, and begged me for blessings. >But every time when the fortunes of the country declined, they would cut me off from the roots and sacrifice my blood to heaven and earth in order to survive. >In this life, the new emperor ascends the throne, and I decide to strike first. >When I found him, he was trampled in the mud by several brothers and was dying. >I leaned over and held his bloody face: "Do you want to be the emperor? I'll help you." >There was no light in his dark eyes, but a swaying, golden double-petaled flower was reflected. >"What's the price?" He asked hoarsely. >I chuckled and brushed the corners of his cracked lips with my fingertips. >"I want you to be hired by the country."