I was lying in the bright yellow tent, feeling very nervous.
A man slowly sat on the edge of the bed. I knew that he was not the emperor, but tonight, as the queen, I had to sleep with him.
Because the emperor is infertile.
The imperial doctor who made this diagnosis has been silenced, and together with the eunuchs and maids who knew about it, they disappeared without a trace in the night. Now the only people who know about this are me and the emperor. Oh, there is one more person now.
I looked at each other secretly by the dim candlelight.
Every emperor has such a group of carefully trained dead soldiers. The number is not large, about three hundred, and each one is carefully selected to have the strongest body, the most handsome appearance, and of course the most important point, is absolutely loyal to the emperor's heart.
The man in front of him, even among the three hundred people, was the leader. He had a slender waist, narrow back, and slender figure. He untied the hair tie with his backhand, and his long black hair fell down in strands.
In order to relieve the tension in my heart, I asked for words: What is your name?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
