The world is a situation, and the disease is called love. This is the mutual redemption of two seriously ill patients at the peak of power.
I, the Empress of Liang Dynasty, have decreed that a husband should be selected through public examination.
The number one scholar was a sixth-grade official named Zhang Paopao. I gave him Lingluo jewelry, and he replied that it was "unsuitable." I left the sixth house vacant for him, and he advised me to "take both the rain and the dew."
The imperial doctor diagnosed him as having an avoidant attachment style, while I was an anxious type.
All the civil and military officials in the dynasty were betting on how soon I, the emperor, would be disgusted with this piece of ice that could not hold any heat.
Until the enemy troops came to the city, I put on my armor and went to fight in person. On top of the city tower, he grabbed my sleeve for the first time, and his knuckles were blue and white.
I opened his fingers one by one and chuckled:
"Master Zhang, this time, I avoided it first."
