Being free of that simpering wretch who wrote down my every word has pleased me greatly. Burning everything he had written was theraputic to say the least. Now I will start again in the marvelous silence of my unfortunant circumstances.
It is best to be alone in these trying times.
But now I must go- that magical box spoke of gifts if I entertained a rat child for a few hours. Why they don't just offer me the gifts is beyond me. These Gaians just refuse to be ruled...
Fools.
Perhaps it is not yet my time. Being left penniless has proved a challanging obstacle. I must content myself with dressing like a commoner for now.
But all this thought has begun to anger me, so I shall away.
Signed,
Emporer Cao Pi (if only for berevity's sake. My full title would merely confuse you poor souls.)
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The Decrees of Emporer Cao Pi
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