I, a top player in the modern music world, became the tone-deaf laughing stock at the ancient talent show as soon as I opened my eyes. What's even more shocking is that the cold-faced emperor who hates happiness and hates his life actually appointed me to be the queen?
All the concubines in the palace were waiting to see how I, the "Queen of Broken Gongs," would fall out of favor, and the emperor was waiting to find something to do with my father and brother. I started the harem gossip newspaper, organized square dances in the Royal Garden, and turned the cold palace into a business incubation base.
As for sleeping in? I lovingly presented the out-of-tune version of "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau", but I saw that the tyrant's eyes gradually became blurred... "Beloved, sing it again." He said hoarsely.
Later, I relied on "Magic Sound" to help him put down the rebellion, and used concert ideas to fill the treasury. He hugged me tightly helplessly: "My insomnia cannot be separated from your broken voice."
