The queen wants to kill me.
Five years ago, she poisoned my mother-in-law to death with a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Five years later, the same plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was served to me again.
I ate it. Not dead.
The father died, the elder brother ascended the throne, and the Queen Mother listened to the government behind the curtain. In the court hall, Mr. Wen hit his head on a pillar and died; my uncle was transferred to the north by an imperial edict to die; and I was regarded by everyone as a useless prince who only knew how to fight crickets, roll dice, and sing meat songs.
But they don't know that I have been waiting for a chance to bring down the Queen Mother.
Intention: family affection