My throne was fed by the flesh and blood of my sisters.
The late emperor ordered the seven princesses to close the high wall. After seven days, only one of them was allowed to walk out alive.
They are my sisters and the prey I must kill.
When I was fourteen years old, I slit the throat of my last sister with a piece of broken porcelain.
I won.
By stepping on their bones, I became the first female emperor since the founding of Dayin.
The historian concluded for me in the history of Qing Dynasty: The hen started the morning, and the world was in chaos.
I laughed and tore up the history books and put the knife on his neck:
"That's good. Then I'll let the world mess around for you."
——I want the history books to be rewritten, the law to be reestablished, and the men chattering under the throne to see clearly:
This country was created by me with one sword and one blade.
It's up to me to set the rules.
Purpose: Use the blood of parricide to temper the sword and cut off the path of parricide for future generations.