My name is Zhu Houzhao. Everyone said that my father was a benevolent man for all eternity and that he only loved my mother throughout his life. Until I opened my mother's belongings - a set of blood-stained Feiyu clothes and a waist tag engraved with "Yanyunwei·A No. 1". It turns out that my father is monogamous, not because his love is as deep as the ocean. It's because in the entire harem, my mother is the only one who can fight. She only does two things in her life: being the queen during the day and being his sword at night. She blocked sixteen of the seventeen assassinations before he ascended the throne. The only time she didn't block it was the one she arranged herself - she wanted him to remember who was the one who could kill him. What she didn't know was that the moment he lifted the hijab, he recognized her eyes. He had been pretending all his life, waiting for her to confess. She had kept it secret her whole life and did not dare to speak. The two people protected each other with their lives, but they never said those words until they died. And on that Feiyu suit, she used stitches to embroider the time and place of each assassination. Next to the last stitch, there was a very small line of words sewn - "I love you. This sentence is eighteen years late. Don't blame me." At the end of the letter, his old and powerful handwriting said: "I know. I have been waiting for this sentence." The history books will only write, Xiaozong respects the emperor, monogamy, and benevolent king through the ages. I won't write about a queen wearing a flying fish suit, I won't write about six crazy women who raised benevolent kings in a cold palace, and I won't write that sentence that I haven't finished in two lifetimes. I remember this story for them.
