It's probably the black who is close to ink, and after spending a long time with Immorton, I gradually feel that I am ...... Sometimes it really doesn't seem like it's really alive. The most obvious example of this is that my appetite is getting weaker and weaker, and sometimes I feel hungry and know that I should eat, but when I look at the food, I don't have the same salivating feeling as I used to and want to eat it. The water I drank in the morning was mixed with some honey, and there were cakes made of rice flour, and rice was now grown more widely, not only for me, as it used to be, but also for some nobles and rich people. Then people also studied various ways to eat, rice, rice porridge is needless to say, foods made like rice flour are now very common. Of course, pasta still dominates people's lives, but rice is slowly gaining a foothold and expanding its influence.

I'm missing Memphis. Being a pharaoh is so hard that you can't do everything on your own unless you want to exhaust yourself to death – even if you are exhausted you can't do everything. You'll have to train your men, but it's hard. Some have no ability, and some have no character. Finally, you think that there is a person who is talented and can do things without being greedy, but he turns around and rebels against you.

The aftermath of Sinuye's rebellion is still unresolved. His family reacted quickly, and immediately dissociated himself from Sinuye's defeats, and his uncle, who was more like a qualified politician despite his military background, saw the right time and calculated Sinuye from behind, and finally Sinuye's henchmen were trapped in a small fortress, without water and food, and they held out for two days, and finally when they broke the gate of the fortress, Sinuye committed suicide.

Strangely, I don't hate him.

His body leaned against a wall of earth, his face was gray, but his expression was serene. It seems that he didn't wipe his neck at the end of the road, but fell asleep quietly.

I looked at him and thought about the past. Thinking of the first time I saw him by Memphis's side, the long and graceful young man, his calm temperament, and dark eyes, he didn't talk much, and he always made people feel very reliable. At that time, Memphis was very lively and willful, so Pharaoh transferred Sinuye to his side, hoping that he could learn the steadiness of Sinu. At that time, I was still a girl, although I was also worried about the sinister palace, but ......

Time passed like water, and everyone changed.

I didn't expect Sinouye to commit suicide, or rather, I didn't think about it that way and automatically ignored the possibility. The reason why I personally watched the final fortress was breached was because I wanted to say a few last words to him. As a courtier, he has already obtained everything he can get, but isn't it that people's greed is always endless? Those who have power want to be more powerful, those who have money want to be richer, beautiful women want to stay young forever, and emperors want to live forever......

Sinuye's choice is understandable, because he doesn't kill himself, and I won't leave him alive.

After Sinuyeh's coup d'état, Egypt was shaken up and down, and many officials were killed or took the wrong direction in the turmoil. They may not all have a rebellious heart, but whether they are tempted or coerced, no ruler in ancient and modern China and foreign countries will show mercy to the rebels, and no one who is involved can be spared.

Idhombu is gone, Sinuye is dead, and the two pillars of Egypt are broken together, and now I find it particularly difficult to deal with government affairs, although Immorton will do a lot of the work for me when he is there...... I miss him like this now, is there also a utilitarian element that I hope he will come back to help me soon? Well, I don't deny that I have this thought, but my thoughts about Ye are also real and not false.

I wrote back to Immorton and hoped he would come back soon. Things over there need to be handled properly, and it's best to minimize our losses. But whether it is war or peace, the decision is not in our hands. If the Assyrians and Canaanite sand thieves can survive this winter without recklessness, then we will also have more time to prepare for it. I also mentioned an interesting thing in the letter, that when my father was old, his subordinates wanted to please him, and they would give him rare treasures, rare things from afar, and horses and beautiful women. The same was true of Memphis when he was pharaoh. Now that I am the de facto queen in power, there are those who want to speculate and send a handsome young man to me. Yesterday, through the elder brother of the female officer Allen, several handsome men were sent into the palace, the older one was twenty-one, and the younger one was only fourteen. People with power are often scolded for bullying men and women...... I couldn't laugh or cry when I looked at them. Their origins are also different, some were abducted and sold as children, and some were specially trained to please people. Especially the sixteen-year-old one, whose skin has been specially maintained since childhood, is as smooth as satin, and the color is so beautiful and well-proportioned, like ...... The finest honey is the same as the silk from the East. I told Immorton about this in my letter, asking him if he had any suggestions for the placement of these people. I can't put them in a harem like this, and I can't make them eunuchs or slaves...... I said that I would return them, but those people also said that they would never leave the palace, otherwise their situation would be miserable.

I have a lot to say to him, but I can't put them all on paper. After handing over the envelope to the eagle, I wondered how long it would take Immorton to see it, and rolled up the paperwork I had just processed and set aside. On the other side of the table were piles of scrolls waiting to be processed, and a tall pile.

Alas, what happiness is there in the practice of old man? I think it's a chore.