(Imaginary world + few characters, simple, no need to think about the article)
I am the first female emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. On the day I ascended the throne, everyone was waiting to see my jokes.
The prime minister's uncle wants to listen to politics behind the curtain, and the general's fiancé wants to be the regent.
They don't know that there is a shadow hiding beside me.
He never spoke, never showed up, and only took action when I was in danger.
I thought he was just a tool until that night, I woke up and found a coarse cloth handkerchief beside my pillow.
Washed until white, folded into a square shape.
That was the first time in ten years that anyone had given me anything.
Later, in order to save me, he stood in the sun for the first time, covered in blood.
I held him and asked his name.
He said: "Shadow Seventeen."
I said, "I asked for your name."
He looked at me for a long time, and then said: "Xiao Rang."
From that day on, he was no longer a shadow.
It's my person.
The person I want to spend my life with.
