The time-traveling girl has a two-choice sign-in system that was started when she was three years old. She carefully selects the best rewards every year, and all the discarded ones belong to me. She chose the beauty that would captivate the country, I took away the beauty of the moon, and turned around and was caught by the queen at a glance; she snatched the birth pill and asked for a man at one stroke, and I took the fertility pill, and gave birth to five sons and one daughter in ten years, firmly taking root in the East Palace. At the age of nineteen, she stepped into the palace gate full of ambition, but she saw me leaning lazily on the phoenix chariot - without the name of queen, holding the power of the six palaces, and everything she discarded like worn-out shoes was the cornerstone for me to climb higher.
