His life was bitter, but there were still a few happy days to speak of.

But, what about the man?

From life to death, he had nothing but his posthumous name.

And the only thing he left behind was because of his meanness and selfishness, which could not be made public.

He couldn't bear it.

After the man's eventual death, he learned to be reluctant but still selfish.

I don't want the world to know that in his short but gorgeous life, he was so humiliated and unbearable.

The body of the emperor is a puppet.

became a caged bird and a dead king.

Selfishly concealing his wounds, fearing that the world would know about his crimes, that he would not be able to hold on to the land where he had lived.

When he wants to die, he should be happy. After all, this world is a sea of suffering for him, and only death is liberation.

Da Situ is going to hate himself to death.

He certainly saved his life, but he also ruined his life.

That should have been a glorious character.

He should have seen Heqing Haiyan, he should have been admired by thousands of people above the temple, and he should have lived a long life and had a full hall of descendants......

He was blinded by hatred, and he was reduced to nothing.

Why, why wasn't he the one who died?

In the middle of the night, how many times did he question himself.

The answer seems obvious, he doesn't have the world in mind, and he doesn't have good intentions.

His Majesty saved his people for him, and died for him.

Even in the midst of his own difficult circumstances, His Majesty has not forgotten his people for a moment.

It's ridiculous, when he was alive, no one knew that he loved the people like a son, and no one knew that he was amazingly talented and unparalleled.

Even he ...... I don't know.

Also, how did he ever care about him during his lifetime?

In life, he was his prisoner, his puppet; After death, he is his majesty, his lover.

Da Situ closed his eyes in pain, but two lines of blood and tears flowed.

He used to hate the first emperor and hated fate.

But, the most hateful thing is obviously him, isn't it?

At the same time, after experiencing the suffering of the world, His Majesty is still pure and innocent, but he is full of resentment, hurting others and hurting himself.

It was he who refused to get out of his hatred and take a look at the world where there was still light and warmth.

It was he who smashed the most flawless glass in the world with his own hands, and it was he who made such a glorious person shatter his bones and never recover.

His Majesty committed suicide and sacrificed his soul for the sake of his thousands of people.

But...... If he hadn't blocked all his paths, why would he be here?

His Majesty, then ...... Only one life can be used as a bargaining chip.

And he forced him to do so......

Drops of blood and tears rolled down, and Da Situ opened his eyes.

There was a hint of scarlet in his sight, but he didn't bother to care.

He reached out and picked up the third glaze.

The transparent liquid runs in the mouth, bland and tasteless, as if it is not wine, but water.

In a trance, he saw a pair of clear eyes in the scarlet eyes.

The owner of those eyes cast a glance at him from thousands of years away, hateless and loveless, plain as water.

But with a little compassion, it seems to pity him, a poor worm who has been fooled by hatred for most of his life.

Da Situ covered his mouth, but he couldn't stop whimpering.

He would rather he hate him.

This at least proves that he has left some traces in his heart.

Or, let him feel a little less guilty.

However, those watery eyes were so calm and so indifferent.

It was as if he were just a plant and not a person who hurt him the most.

He once hated his indifference, but now he hates his own ignorance.

(End of chapter)