Atop Mount Tai Summit, Emperor Kangxi knelt on the cushion, holding up three sticks of incense, and respectfully kowtowed in sacrifice to heaven and earth.
At such times, his heart was always filled with boundless heroic aspirations.
He was the Son of Heaven.
Endowed with life by the heavens, may his longevity flourish. Only he could pray for the Great Qing to enjoy favorable weather for the crops!
Oh... indeed, he did not believe in this, but he had to believe, he must believe, and so must his subjects!
Only he was the one who could converse with heaven and earth, only he!
Emperor Kangxi's legs were very sore. Although they were much better now, climbing step by step from the foot of the mountain was still very painful.
But he insisted on walking up, as sincerity was also a part of the sacrifice.
