I am a book, a prayer edict burned by the emperor himself.
In the twelfth year of Yuanhe, the fifteen-year-old little emperor Xiao Yan named me "Zhaozhao" and promised to accompany me every day.
In the 32nd year of Yuanhe, he set fire to the Ancestral Temple with his own hands, and I was destroyed in the fire.
At the last moment, I saw him kneeling in the snow, holding my broken pages, with tears streaming down his face.
He said: "I don't want the country to be forever, I just want you."
Five hundred years later, I became a book spirit and returned to the world.
Following that persistent obsession, I found him on the banks of the Wangchuan River——
The emperor who once ruled the world is now the most pitiable lonely ghost in the underworld.
He refused to cross the Naihe Bridge, refused to drink Meng Po soup, and would ask everyone he met:
"Have you met my queen? She is a book, a very well-behaved one."
I stood in front of him and reached out to hold the face that I had been waiting for for five hundred years:
"Xiao Yan, I'm back."
"This time, I want to be your queen——"
"A living person who can cry, laugh and love you, Queen."
