Twenty years ago. On New Year's Eve, the gongs and drums were loud, Zhuque Street was crowded with people, and the streets of Yanjing City were empty, and thousands of people came out, just to see the unprecedented happy event of the number one scholar marrying his wife and the emperor marrying his sister.
Twenty years later. On the same New Year's Eve, the sky was filled with broken jade and beautiful flowers, and a sedan chair was carried out from the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"Zhuji. Stop being my cousin. Be my queen."
