I Became the Fourth Master's Only Female Secretary

My entanglement with Yongzheng began with the heavy snowfall in the 61st year of Kangxi's reign, and ended with the morning when he passed away, a full twelve years ago. When I first entered the palace, I was the humblest promise in Broken Yuxuan. He was the new emperor who had just sat on the dragon throne and was surrounded by enemies on all sides. I understand his ambition to help the world by implementing the New Deal, I understand his deep loneliness in being in the cold, and I understand his desolation at being abandoned by his brothers. I risked my life for him, fought against the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty for him, and supported half of the country that was in turmoil. He gave me the supreme honor and favor that no one else could match, and gave me the only exception of tenderness in the harem, but he refused to choose me first between me and the country. He loves me, but after all, he loves his mountains and rivers even more. I blame him, but I still accompany him through twelve years of ups and downs. My biological father, Jiang Nan, was assassinated and his life was hanging by a thread. I knelt outside the Yangxin Hall and begged to return home. His cold words, "The country is the most important thing," became a gap between me and him that could no longer be crossed. I gave up all my feelings and gave up all my thoughts. Even if he later put aside his imperial status and knelt in front of me, holding the Queen's Phoenix Seal and the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in my hands, I could never look back. After Qianlong ascended the throne, he tried his best to delete all my records in the history of the Qing Dynasty, but he would never know that I had deposed him as the crown prince, served as the empress of the Qing Dynasty, and was the real anchor of this country. The history books can erase my name, but they can't erase our twelve years of love-hate entanglement, let alone the obsession that his father has been hiding for his whole life and cannot get what he wants. There is no record in the history books, no name in the history, only the people of the world remember my name from generation to generation.