On the day when all the civil and military officials in the court prostrate themselves and shouted long live, I stared at the tiny scratches on the armrest of the dragon chair in trance. Three years ago, she sneaked into the East Palace and carved a small word "Qian" on it with a hairpin. "Your Highness will be in charge of the world in the future, will he still remember me?" She asked with a smile, her eyes shining. Before the coronation ceremony, the Ministry of Works asked for permission to cast a new chair, but I refused. Last night, the secret guard came to report that she had become the bride of a Jiangnan silk merchant. The husband and wife were harmonious and the case was well received.
