Ever since I caught COVID last May and then got it again in November, my imperial health had steadily declined. It rained heavily here for days over the May Day holiday, and I got soaked. Now I've caught a cold.
Two years after I ascended the throne, the rebels advanced upon the capital. Though my lack of virtue and failure to fulfill my duties provoked Heaven's wrath and brought the rebels to our gates, it was my ministers who led me astray.
When I die, I shall have no face to meet my ancestors in the underworld. I shall remove my crown and let my hair cover my face.
Let the rebels dismember my corpse, but let them harm not a single commoner.
What pissed me off most was that a top supporter in the readers' group was actually livestreaming himself "fixing a car"!
Watching him enjoy himself was worse than killing me!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, you bastard!