The Ninth Prince was born from an abandoned concubine in a cold palace. His biological mother died young, his father disliked him, and his brothers bullied him.
On the first day I opened my eyes, I had sour rice, cold soup, and insufficient charcoal fire. Even the eunuch dared to look at me.
I swallowed the scraps in silence and used modern knowledge to make soap and perfume in the dilapidated palace.
Sell secretly, accumulate the first pot of gold, and quietly buy the palace informants.
The prince's followers discovered the clues, and a fire was about to burn me to death in the palace.
I, the golden cicada, escaped from my shell and pointed the evidence of arson to the favored second prince.
The court was shaken, the second prince was scolded, and I came into the sight of my father for the first time.
During the tribute ceremony, the barbarian envoys were arrogant and provocative, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were restrained.
My words "The bottom hundred of pi" and my song "Serve the Country with Loyalty" shocked everyone.
For the first time, my father's eyes became warm, and I sneered coldly in my heart: This is just the beginning.
