"Xiang Mu will be appointed as Taiwei, and he will be in charge of the three provinces. When I have not grown up, I hope that the Taiwei will serve as the Duke of Zhou..." When she listened to the aunt who passed the edict reciting this long list of imperial edicts, Mu Yun lowered her head and saw only a bit of a black silk skirt with gold edges. The draft made the skirt sway, and in a daze, it seemed to have turned into the washed and white blue cloth again.
That year, she was twelve years old.
(The heroine has her own system, her power play is childish, and she prefers cool writing)
Intention: Continuous self-improvement