Time flies, and the years pass.

One day in the winter of 1969, after having dinner with his family and walking in the indoor garden, Xia Shu took Queen Charlotte's hand and returned to the room. After kissing his lover who had been with him for many years, he walked into the bathroom alone, took off his clothes, and lay in the bathtub. In a trance, a deep feeling of fatigue came, and Xia Shu suddenly had a strange idea: he was about to fall asleep and never wake up again.

Is this the feeling of the end of the day?

There is no fear, no hesitation, there is only a little attachment and reluctance. At this moment, Xia Shu's heart is as calm as water, breathing evenly. Looking at the white ceiling, the scenes in her memory appear in front of her like a lantern.

Once a handsome young man with a young and handsome face, he amazed Europe with his peerless talent. How wonderful it was! He used to regard the ship as his home, galloping across the sea, showing his sharpness, and changing the historical trajectory with his own strength. How passionate and joyful it was!

That gloomy rainy season, he abandoned the retention and advice of others and insisted on climbing this barren and poor island. He used his sincerity to influence the cautious islanders, led them to fight in the east and west, and pulled out a sharp fang from the mouth of the British Empire. In front of those foreshadowing cases, the hard work of making changes in a hundred times, the diligence of running around, understanding the people's sentiment, the pleasure of outlining the blueprints and guiding the country, and the struggle was stewed into a pot of fragrant struggle...

Yes, he still clearly remembers that the cheers on the day of the throne brought unprecedented hope to the Irish people. Decades have passed, and he fulfilled every promise he had at the beginning, allowing them to live with dignity and confidence in this era full of change and progress. He brought the Irish people who were once scattered around the world back to their beautiful and rich dream homes, so that they no longer inferior to others and be bullied.

Yes, he still clearly remembered that the sincere and steadfast love once made him so desperate. He persisted and gave, even if he was opposed by the whole world, he never was discouraged or compromised. When she became his beautiful bride, when she gave birth to angel-like little princesses for him, those happiest and most fulfilling moments made his life no longer lacking.

Indeed, no matter how tough a life is, there will be regrets. He changed history, but failed to change the cruelty of millions of people burying in war. He gave the Irish a prosperous and powerful country, he helped the Jews establish their own country, and he even fought for more than 20 years of peace for the world, so he won the Nobel Peace Prize twice, but he failed to save the hundreds of millions of people in his homeland from the torment of that painful history...

In a trance, he vaguely saw himself a long time ago, the oriental young man wearing a white shirt and suit pants. Although he looked a little rustic and had no sense of domineering the king, he was the true origin of his life and soul. He once thought that without this strange time travel experience, would his life be like most post-80s generations, living an ordinary life of 9 am to 5 am, supporting his family and housing, or to do something in his era?

Thinking of this, Xia Shu smiled and became tired, everything in her mind faded away, gradually fading away...

That day he floated in front of the monument in Limerick Liberty Square, watching countless men in black dresses stand silently on both sides of the road, the road he had walked when he was crowned and ascended the throne. Then he saw a group of guards wearing armor riding horses in front of him, Queen Charlotte and their three daughters wearing black veil skirts, and they sat in the carriage behind with their heads hanging down, with their expressions seemingly sad.

After the carriage, Xia Shu saw many people wearing military dresses escorting the coffin. The dark coffin was covered with an Irish flag and a Hohenzollern family flag. The golden clover and the black Hohenzollern eagle formed a contrasting pattern.

The long line arrived all the way to the church, and I don’t know who started it. I heard someone shouting “Long live, Your Majesty Joachim I”. In a blink of an eye, the shouts gathered into the sea and resounded throughout the square, the entire city, the entire country…
Chapter completed!