In the eleventh year of the Era, the moonlight at night was as warm and moist as a jade gift from heaven. A prince was born into the world and was named Yue.
The beautiful queen tenderly held her one-month-old child in her arms and smiled: "Prince, you must be obedient."
The swaddled little prince opened his beautiful eyes that he had inherited from his mother, and the beautiful and gentle smile reflected deeply in the clean pupils. He chuckled, and his tender voice was soft: "It's... Mother." This was the first sentence he said.
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