The Life of the Strongest Bastard in the Joseon Dynasty Gwanghaegun

I wrote this book because there was a king in North Korea who even had a blank tombstone after his death. His name is Li Hui, a foolish king in the history books - he deposed his mother, killed his nephew, tried to please both sides, and was finally overthrown by his nephew and imprisoned on a desert island. But I found a detail in the words of "Records of the Li Dynasty" that made me unable to stop: This man had been in office for fifteen years. Every time he walked into the hall and kicked the threshold with his toes, his knees would "flick". This is not a cool article about a concubine's counterattack. This is a story about the "winner's curse" - when you finally get it all, you find that "you" are disappearing. The throne becomes more stable as one sits on it, and the person becomes more transparent as one sits on it. He became the loneliest king in Korean history: he had no friends, and even his enemies were borrowed. There is a sentence in the book that he said with a smile when he was overthrown. If you have ever felt late one night that the more correct you are, the lonelier you are, and the more successful you are, the less you are like yourself - then this book is for you. Turn it over. That king who dared not write words on his tombstone may be sitting in a corner of your heart, counting things that you dare not count.