Chapter Sixty-four Pray, tell me, how much sorrow can one bear? (IV)
Word Number：283
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2025-09-28
Dark clouds turn to ink yet fail to veil the mountains, while white rains leap like pearls, wildly striking the boat. Suddenly the sweeping winds disperse it all, and beneath the Pavilion of Viewing the Lake, the waters stretch vast as the heavens. In the second year of Shengli (699), in the eighth month, Su Anheng, seeing Zhang Jianzhi’s return to court, deemed the moment ripe, and thus cast a memorial into the casket, beseeching the Empress to yield the throne to the Crown Prince. In his memorial he wrote: “Your Majesty, ever since you received the charge of the late Emperor and the yielding of the Heir Apparent, you have ruled in accordance with Heaven and men for twenty years. Do you not recall how Shun raised up Yu, and how the Duke of Zhou restored the throne? The Great Yu was supremely holy, and King Cheng, once grown, was entrusted with the realm—the Way was complete therein. Thus Shun gave the throne to his kin, Yu; and the Duke of Zhou raised King Cheng, never forsaking his nephew. What is the bond of kin compared to the love of a son? What is the tie of an uncle compared to a mother’s grace? Now, the Crown Prince Xiaojing is reverent and honored, and in the strength of manhood. Should he ascend the august seat, how would it differ from Your Majesty herself? Your Majesty’s years and virtue are lofty; the throne wearies you; affairs of state are burdensome, scattering your spirit. Why not transmit the throne to the Eastern Palace, and so cherish your sacred health? I have heard since ancient times that wise kings who governed the
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