It was the struggle in the palace.
Having just slain the evil Emperor while wearing a sword, his heart had lost interest in dealing with the harem.
His expression gentle, he said, "Very well."
He sent away two female officials, holding his sword and looking at the palace. He suddenly understood the heart of his famous brother. During the times when the Regent's power shook the world, he saw the old, limping wolf lying on the roof watching the sunset, arms cushioning his head, basking in the sunlight.
He didn't bother with the court, nor did he meet with his ministers; he simply watched the sun slowly set.
Emperor Chen, holding his sword, spoke softly,
"Second brother... Wan Li."
"This position, it really is lonely.
"I am having some regrets now.
"But I cannot turn back."