My name is Li Xuan, the thirty-third prince of Jingguo.
On the day I ascended the throne, I tore off Guiguzi's portrait with my own hands and replaced it with my own. He didn't throw away the portrait—he wiped his blood-stained leather shoes with it. The civil and military officials of the entire court knelt on the ground, and the historian carefully recorded my original words: "I am history, why do I need to modify it?"
But they all forgot to ask - how did a forgotten abandoned child in the cold palace climb to this position step by step. Let's start with that decree: Father ordered that all thirty-three princes be sent for marriage. The person I was assigned to is Princess Zhao, sixty years old.
That day, I became the laughing stock of the whole world. Little did I know that this was the first day that I truly came back to life.
