In the fictional dynasty, I, the queen, exchanged bodies with the tyrant.
So - he was in the harem, using the art of war to fight in the palace; I was in the court, using benevolence to govern the country.
We disliked each other, but had to "tutoring" night after night to learn how to be each other.
When he was embroidering, there was hidden in the needlework the formation of troops to kill.
When I reviewed the memorial, I wrote in Zhu's pen the compassion of managing the world and benefiting the people.
The mortal enemy who fell from the altar became the only symbiosis in the palace who knew each other's secrets.
Until there was a crisis at the border and the country was overturned.
He took my pen and put on his armor to fight in person: "The country will be defended for you."
I held down his sword and sat in the center: "I am with you in the court."
Later, history books recorded a legend:
Jing and the dynasty, the emperor and the empress are one, and the phoenix and the king are in the dynasty, and they are prosperous together.
And everything started from that absurd night——
He put his head in my face and sneered: "Cooperate. If you fail in your performance, I will punish your nine tribes."
I used his voice to respond: "To each other. If you fail me, I will destroy your sixth palace."
——We secretly changed our lives, but became each other's only world.
