I am the puppet whom he personally supported on the throne.
All the civil and military officials in the dynasty were waiting to see when this good-for-nothing like me would be deposed.
But no one knew that under the dragon robe, she was a girl. Above the court hall, there is a play within a play.
The day Shen Mo massacred the royal family, I huddled up in the cold womb, crying and begging him for mercy. He looked at me with disgust, carried me onto the dragon chair, and said, "If I let you sit in this country, you will be the master. If I don't let you sit, you will be ashes."
I was violent, lustful, and absurd, and criticized him like a dog. I hugged his sleeves and cried until I had runny noses and tears.
He looked at me like I was looking at a puddle of mud, so disgusted that he didn't bother to take another look.
But he didn't know that every time he made a plan, he was paving the way for me.
The ministers of the DPRK and Central Government were dismissed one after another, and all the vacant positions were occupied by my people. His old injury relapsed, and he sought help from the prodigy doctor "Tingyun" - and "Tingyun" was me. He was investigating the case late at night, puzzled over the clues - and all the clues were handed over to me personally.
He is in the light and I am in the dark.
What made him collapse was discovering that he had fallen in love with "him" a long time ago.
Kneeling in front of the Buddha, tearing himself apart, the dignified regent was kept awake at night by a "man" - and it turned out that she was a woman.
He asked me with red eyes: How much have you hidden from me?
I sat upright on the dragon chair and said, "Shen Mo, it's you who should kneel down."
From the rebel generals who slaughtered the royal family to the ministers who were willing to surrender. From disgust to excitement, from excitement to madness.
