In the prosperous age of the dynasty, the harem was full of open and secret fights. {My name is Qi, Yuwen Qi, your brother.} Holding those dirty and trembling little hands, {Your eyes are very beautiful.} For the first time, I felt warmth. For the first time, I wanted to get something, the person who gave him warmth, the body temperature of that person. Ten years later , that arrogant and beautiful man is sitting on the throne. {From today on, Yuwen Qi, you are mine and belong only to me, Yuwen Hanxuan, brother.} Love and hatred, entangled, {Look how cute he is, Yao'er, open your eyes, Qi, my Qi.}