Ruan Qingyue once traveled through time and vowed to ascend to the position of queen and become the master of Ming Yuan. She lived a useless life in her previous life, and her fortune-telling skills were useless.
But here comes the question, among the emperor's four princes, who has the appearance of an emperor?
Is it the King of Qi who has a lot of troops? Is he the king who has read poetry and books? Is it King Jin who has many good relationships? Or... That seemingly cynical His Royal Highness?
The first god of calculation, why not figure out who will be the next emperor?
"I... Why can't I calculate your fate?" Ruan Qingyue vomited blood, covered her chest, and looked at the young man in front of her with horrified eyes.
She only saw eight words.
Break and then stand, defying nature and changing destiny.
