Shen Zhaoning has been in the palace for three years and has lived like a transparent person. I get up before dawn every day to clean the toilet, pour night fragrance, work three jobs with a salary, and smile while chewing hard buns - as long as I am alive. But one night, she went to the royal study to deliver supper for the sick old eunuch. As the candlelight flickered, Xiao Jue, the decisive and murderous tyrant, suddenly raised his head, and the ink pen in his hand fell on the memorial with a "clack". He stared at her face, his eyes were frighteningly red, and three words rolled out of his throat: "... A Yao?" The first queen's nickname. The whole palace was in an uproar. Shen Zhaoning's hair stood on end. That night he rolled up his baggage and tried to escape, but was blocked by a black-armored guard in front of the dog hole. Xiao Jue pinched her chin and his voice became hoarse: "Stay and approve the memorial for me. The monthly salary will be increased ten times." Shen Zhaoning put down her baggage and patted her knees: "Your Majesty, in fact, this slave can also fight on horseback." Later, when the enemy troops were approaching and there was no one in the court, she put on her armor and mounted her horse, using a silver spear to overturn the enemy camp. On the day of the victory, Xiao Jue pressed her against the palace wall, breathing hotly: "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you." Shen Zhaoning wiped the blood from the tip of the gun and grinned: "Then... Should I sit on the dragon chair?"
