Speaking of it, when she finally held great power and could command the world, she too, to some extent, nurtured a simple yet practical dream like the emperors and generals of old.
Awake, holding the power of the world; asleep, resting on the lap of a beauty.
The former she achieved through her own efforts, but as for the latter... it was better left unsaid.
It's not that there weren't any beauties—in fact, there were many.
But she seemed naturally endowed with the ability to easily see through whether the people in front of her were sincere, and sitting in her position, the amount of genuine affection one could receive was really not much.
And she was unwilling to settle.
Over time, she grew weary, and the thought of resting on the lap of a beauty faded.
Compared to those entangled and messy emotions, work made her happier.
Expanding territories, governing wisely, each brought her a sense of accomplishment.
