She was the princess of Shatuo. After spending decades in a side palace, she never expected her royal brother to suddenly die, forcing her to become Her Majesty the Queen.
The throne was a hot potato. Two kings had died in just one year, so she trembled with fear and proceeded with extreme caution.
The ministers secretly laughed at her. The Queen was a pushover, easy to bully.
That is, until a dashing young gentleman arrived at the royal court.
He was exceptionally talented, the perfect choice for a royal consort.
The two worked together, took down the chancellor, gave the left and right generals a good beating, and held the capital against foreign invaders. Her Majesty the Queen finally got to sing her victory song.
One night, dressed in something light and cool, she gave him a sultry look: "It's so chilly in here."
The gentleman's expression was cold. He shut every door and window, then wrapped her up snugly: "Your Majesty, you won't be cold now."
She was so furious that she trembled all over.
The gentleman furrowed his brows: "Your Majesty, are you perhaps ill?"
(Temporary blurb, mwahaha)
Theme: Face difficulties with courage and never give up easily.
