When I woke up, I became the most pampered little princess in history.
My father doted on me and my brother indulged me. I thought I could live happily until old age.
Until the day I got my haircut, an imperial edict shocked both the government and the public - I was made the crown princess.
Under the dragon chair, the undercurrent suddenly surged.
Poisoned wine, assassinations, and stigmas followed one after another, and I realized that behind the ultimate favor was an extremely dangerous chess game.
The young general who had triumphed at the border gate pressed me against the palace wall, his eyes burning: "Your Highness, I want this world and you."
But above the court, the cold and powerful official blocked all the open and hidden arrows for me, and only whispered: "I would like to be the most stable cornerstone in your Majesty's hands."
Later, the dragon robe was added to my body, and the mountains and rivers were at my feet.
In the past, the general galloped across the battlefield to open up territory for me; that powerful minister stood beside me, stabilizing the court for me.
They asked me how to choose?
I looked down at the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away and chuckled:
"This world is my answer."
