Once, she was a maid raised by the group. Her body was broken and her hands were stained with blood, but she smiled like a flower when she saw him. Later, he succeeded him as CEO and left his hometown far away, with his lovely wife and child in his arms.
When he returned to his hometown, he knelt down in front of her grave and looked up at the rain, like a torrential downpour. That day, she had reached the depths of time and transformed into the prince's daughter. Is it good enough to see him again? We all know that on that day, he was the prince, dressed in black brocade clothes, with a majestic appearance, looking down at the people.
Things in the world go round and round, and she was humiliated by others, but she still couldn't let him live a wise life. On the day he ascended the throne, she was in the streets of the border town, watching the five animals gathered together and the streets filled with colored paper.
He had a destiny to unify the world, and she had done everything she could to help him.
When the truth came to light, all the thoughts about the past turned into a long sigh.
The gentle brother, the young prince who is as beautiful as a tree, and the companionship of countless sleepless nights all turned into a period of heartache while he was conscious.
A cousin who is gloomy and restrained, as deep as late spring, and a cousin who is gentle and lovely, like the warm sunshine in autumn? The bloodthirsty Prince Baili in the distance? The divided royal power and land have long been like a net, and like extravagant red flowers spreading out layer by layer...
Strategy is a grand calculation.
Of course that includes myself!