One hundred years after I became the Holy King, I still often think of the fourteenth year of my birth, when I was Xiaoqin, the maid next to Jinse, the oiran of Yiyun Tower.
It was an ordinary night in Yiyun Tower. Why did a commander of the black-armored army suddenly come and kneel down and say that I am the superior and he was ordered to welcome me back to the palace?
The carriage flew away? In half a day, he traveled across seven states from the clouds.
Why did another spiritual general come and ask me to be Siheng?
I'm not a princess.
It's the superior position.
