A young man in a four-clawed dragon robe walked out of the room. His large, hooked nose radiated a fierce air, his eyes looked down on everyone, and he moved with a leisurely pace, an arrogant aura striking like summer lightning.,"The emperor knew he had died from the cold, so he declared him king, to give him a proper royal funeral, and let him die with some dignity!",Since even pretending to be crazy had to end in death back then!。