On the day my father passed away, I shouted "Father" in front of the mourning hall.
No one told me that this sound would call me to the throne.
The Empress chose me, the most inconspicuous sixth prince, and all the civil and military officials in the court were waiting to see my joke. Several royal brothers were busy sharpening their knives.
Only the madman named Fan Yu handed over a volume of "Emperor's Art".
He taught me to cut off the seven emotions and the five loves, and to bury joy, anger, sorrow and fear together with the human heart.
I learned very well.
Until I met Wei Xiangxue.
She is my imperial sister's companion pointed out by my father, and she is the woman who will become the queen in the future.
She stood up for me and complained about my injustice.
But she didn't know that every time she called me "idiot", my heartbeat was like the spring water in Taiye Pond, with undercurrents surging.
An emperor cannot have weaknesses.
But what if she is my weakness?
Intention: Is the wind moving or the heart moving?
