Dressed as cannon fodder for sadistic stories, it is bound to a system of "rewards for overturning". At the palace banquet, I poured a bowl of hot soup on the tyrant, and he wiped the soup on his face and laughed wildly: "One more bowl!" I understood that the emperor was crazy, but my road to overturning continued. Palace fight? I take the initiative to hit the wall; assassin? I hit the sword; my mortal enemy poisoned me, and I bled from all my orifices on the spot. Every time I roll over, I'm getting stronger. Until the end, the tyrant pressed me on the throne: "Queen, are you going to conquer my country today?"
