—This is a symptom of incontinence in someone who is about to suffocate.
The emperor's body struggled one last time, then finally stopped moving.
Even as he lay dying, his eyes remained wide open, unaware of why he was dying.
So it turns out that even such a noble, wise, decisive, and destined person can die.
Moreover, their death was so filthy, disgusting, foul, and vile. Their death was so pitiful, contemptible, tragic, and laughable.
An old, withered voice slowly rose and fell:
"This was an ordinary night in history. On this night, the founding emperor of the Yun Dynasty died at the hands of a group of the most ordinary palace servants."
This is the first time that the drama "Yun Qing Ji" has had narration, and the voice of the narrator is exactly the same as the old and weathered voice in the ending theme song.
The camera pans to the boundless night sky, where countless stars shine, none having fallen in the face of the emperor's death. The eternally unchanging stars roam freely across the celestial sphere, unmoved by anyone.
The camera pans down. The three characters "Pingzhao Prefecture" come into view.
The camera flashes into the palace, where Princess Pingzhao stands in a small ancestral hall, offering incense to an unnamed memorial tablet.
Purple smoke curls upwards, filling the room with the fragrance of incense.
Princess Pingzhao clasped her hands together and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer.
"Amitabha--"
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The screen went dark. Episode 39, the end.
The moment the screen went dark, Sun Xiaoxiao's living room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
As the end credits rolled, Sun Xiaoxiao snapped out of her daze. She felt a chill in her palms, and when she touched them, she realized they were covered in sweat.
She empathized with those women, feeling their tension and moved by their persistence, her body drenched in cold sweat.
Sun Xiaoxiao's parents also looked at each other in bewilderment at the end of the episode. The mother and father stared at each other for a while before turning off the TV.
"Hey—" Dad said a little anxiously, "What are you doing?"
"That's all for today," Mom said. "Oh dear, that emperor's death was disgusting. I feel nauseous."
Dad breathed a sigh of relief: "I almost forgot. But speaking of which, the emperor's death looks familiar. I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?"
"It seems to be an old TV series I watched before," Mom recalled. "I'll look for it again in a bit."
"Oh, right, Xiaoxiao, tomorrow is Saturday, but don't stay out too late." Mom remembered Sun Xiaoxiao and gave her a word of advice.
Sun Xiaoxiao gave a perfunctory "hmm," eager to check the comments on Weibo, and then dashed back to her bedroom.
After a while, Sun Xiaoxiao heard her mother seem to have turned on a video app and was watching some TV series.
The opening theme's intro sounded familiar, but after listening for a while, Sun Xiaoxiao could only make out a few vague lines:
"Life is fleeting and turbulent, like lightning; the rise and fall of dynasties come and go like the changing of the night."
"The river breeze cannot dispel the sorrows of ages past; where do we stand on the desk of history now..."
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