(Third person in the text)
You have become a low-ranking official in the Hanlin Academy.
Born to be weak, it is difficult to grow, and it is ordinary without having to wrap the chest.
You took your wife and children out to watch the lanterns, and when you looked up, you bumped into His Highness the Crown Prince, who was paying a private visit incognito.
His gaze without any waves passed through the noisy crowd and fell on you casually.
You immediately lowered your head, not daring to look at the prince who was rumored to be extremely handsome and extremely wise.
After this night, your rank, which was not worth mentioning, suddenly got on the jumping machine and became a full fifth-grade Hanlin Academy bachelor.
The prince attaches great importance to you. After every day, he will invite you to hold a candle and talk at night.
For a time, your colleagues will be jealous of you, your relatives will fawn over you, and your friends will be envious of you.
Although you feel vaguely weird, you can't put it into words.
Three years passed like this.
You have become the biggest celebrity around the prince, and the prince can hardly stay away from you for a moment.
You often accompany the prince until midnight, and you can only stay in the East Palace overnight, unable to take care of your wife and children.
Just when you have the idea of resigning.
Your wife died of a sudden illness.
As a hot new official, countless people want to match you.
But you are a woman and you are really not blessed to endure it.
Unfortunately, your cousin, whom you have known since childhood, lost her husband during pregnancy and came to seek refuge with you.
Raise a son for someone else.
You are familiar with this business.
The day after you get engaged to your cousin, you go to the East Palace to propose marriage to the prince.
The prince was having breakfast. Hearing this, he put down his chopsticks and cleaned his hands very slowly.
"I don't want to stop you from leaving a name in history, but you force me to do this."
He looked at you and smiled slightly.
The usually cold eyes were faintly red, with a hint of madness.
"Either Gu kills Qing's unmarried wife, or Qing and Gu stay together... Song Zhen, choose one."
Mission: Freedom above all else
