When I was thirteen years old, I opened his coat with my sword, pointed at the cinnabar mole on his neck and said, "Come on, let me dig out this annoying mole!"
At the age of sixteen, my father died, and Jingde narrowly allowed me to obtain the throne.
All the ministers were in a panic, but they could not stay calm. He held the hilt of the sword and pointed it directly at us.
When he was seventeen years old, the guards brought him drunk into the court hall for my wedding ceremony.
"Impotent, is this garlic juice delicious?" I knew that he hated garlic juice, so I rewarded him with a bowl when he came to the palace every day.
"His Royal Highness, it tastes delicious." He lowered his eyes and smiled, wiping his lips with his sleeve.
I would like to dedicate this document to Jingjing, who has supported me since I wrote this article.
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