On the night of the fall of the country, I ran into the rebel camp holding the imperial seal.
Before he died, the old eunuch screamed: "Burn! We must not let the traitors get the secret files of the former dynasty!"
When the flames engulfed the red lacquered wooden box, the gold and jade seal unexpectedly rolled down to my feet.
On the way to escape, the seriously injured Ninth Prince held on to my blood-stained skirt:
"You hold the jade seal, and I hold the dragon's veins. You and I will each share half of this country."
Later, he put on a yellow robe and forced the phoenix seal into my palm.
All civil and military officials in the court fell to the ground and shouted that the empress would live a thousand years.
No one knows, in the secret room under the dragon chair——
The edict of Zen status written by him has already been stamped with the imperial seal.
