Pei Ji, the regent of the Liang Dynasty, held the power of life and death. He was the king of hell who had to avoid even dogs passing by in the capital.
When he woke up, he was not on the soft pillow, and what he held in his hand was not a jade seal, but a rag full of rancid smell.
There is still a woman screaming in my mind: "Quick! Splash on that emperor! Splash on that and we can become empresses!"
Pei Ji looked at the immature emperor walking in front of him, and slapped the scheming maid next to him who tried to push him with such force that she was slapped into the lotus pond.
The whole place was sluggish.
Pei Ji slowly wiped the oil on his hands: "I don't want to sleep on the dragon bed. I want to change the way I sit on the dragon chair."
From then on, there was a strange fire-making girl in the imperial dining room.
She is greedy for money and lustful, but she is good at writing policies on governing the country; she is as timid as a mouse, but she dares to point at corrupt officials and scold them.
Until one day, the regent, who had regained his health, cornered the girl. Not only did he not kill her, but he pointed at the civil and military officials of the court: "You help Gu manage this world, and you also have to help Gu manage the harem."
