Upon hearing this, The Emperor was at a loss for words. Indeed, if he were unwilling, who would dare confine him within this monotonous Imperial Palace?
In his heart, he was well aware that it was the supreme imperial authority.
It is the power that many have dreamed of obtaining.
However, not everyone can achieve it.
What difference does it make that he has obtained it? He is still confined within this luxurious Imperial Palace daily, dealing with the endless memorials to the throne.
The nature of imperial authority is truly something both love and hate, yet impossible to relinquish.
Just like The Emperor, who clearly detests the endless daily memorials, yet cannot let go of this power, always fearing that someone might seize his throne.
The Emperor said gloomily, "It is I, it is I who have confined myself."
