Lin Xiyuan walked into the palace with her ignorance. She thought that the prince who had played with her for five years would give her a unique love after he ascended to a high position. But the women in the harem bloomed one after another like flowers. She was the queen below one person and above ten thousand people. She had supreme power and glory. But when she was half asleep, she would always think of the little beggar snuggled in his arms on a rainy night.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
