Feng Weiyi: When I Met Powerful Officials Three Times, I Helped the Common Man Climb the Dragon

The night was as cold as water, and I personally put my son, who had just turned one year old, into the secret compartment next to the dragon chair. There was the sound of armor scraping outside the palace, and the regent strode over, "Wan'er, do you really love me?" I straightened my broken hair on my temples, and when I pushed open the palace door, a smile that no one noticed was raised at the corner of my lips. "Sir," my voice was soft but with unquestionable majesty, "instead of arguing, why not think about how to help your son secure his position in this country." In the dark room, my son's little hand is holding a jade pendant engraved with dragon patterns. It is the first brick of the imperial road that I have paved for him with three years of "love debt".