"The Huangtu hegemony, after all, is nothing but a dream of yellow sorghum."

In the Imperial Palace.

The emperor was disheveled, reeking of alcohol, his hair spilled, his gait stumbled, his description was withered as if he had lost his soul, his long voice was sad, and he did not have the slightest bit of the majesty of being an emperor.

And the former glorious imperial palace, this time also empty a piece, no minister, only three or five guards, watching the emperor so ...