When we first met, she was seven years old and she was fourteen.
They have been together in the palace for three years, and their fates are misaligned.
The seven-year-old child's cry of "quiet bamboo" shattered all her frosty walls.
Afterwards, she said to the ministers in the court, "I respect the Minister of the Song Dynasty as my teacher and my mother." In one sentence, she was nailed to this square palace for the rest of her life.
——Zhiwei, Zhiwei, there is only one person sitting next to the emperor, why is his face still covered with frost all day long?
Do you treat her like a teacher, a minister, or... A bystander?
——I regard Your Majesty as my own son and as my student.
——Why is the minister unhappy all day long?
——I have a weak nature, why should I be happy?
Note:
seven years difference in age
If you are not Shuangjie, you will have heirs in your later years.
Intention: love love love