I was the founding queen, and I was assassinated to save my young prince. I have been dead for fifty years.
When I opened my eyes again, I became the second young lady from the concubine of the Prime Minister's Palace fifty years later, and was about to enter the palace and be drafted by my grandson.
I couldn't help but shed tears when I looked at my "kind" son with white hair on the throne, who had been deceived by the courtiers, but when I turned around to look at those incompetent grandsons, I couldn't hold back my anger at all.
The prince is calm, but he is too calm. The second prince wants to rebel, and the third prince is in love, and he is romantic all day long.
The emperor pointed at our group of beautiful ladies and said to the prince: "You can choose which one you like."
"Sheng'er, is this what my mother and concubine taught you back then?"
"How dare you, who is so bold?" The eunuch on the side scolded sternly.
But the emperor on the dragon throne stood up tremblingly, his eyes moist, full of disbelief and uncontrollable excitement.
