I Am Not Emperor Song Qinzong

A searing pain throbbed in his head, like being hacked by a blade and stabbed by a spear, wave after wave.

It was unbearable. He wished he could find something to smash his head against and crack it open.

But his whole body was limp and powerless; he couldn't even move a finger.

In an instant, Zhao Huan's clothes were soaked through.