In such a big East Palace, he only gave her a name and kept her close to serve her, but he didn't treat her very well, and no one could understand it. There were many guards around him, but they only spoke coldly to one person. They were not very nice. They made things difficult for him but did not let him leave. Everyone was even more puzzled. The imperial sister, whom he had loved since childhood, treated him sincerely and had a slightly unruly temper. The two had a deep love for each other as brother and sister. However, at the critical moment, he did not hesitate to push her out. The river of blood came into view, but there was no pity in his eyes. Well, the blood flowing in our bodies is different after all. (There are many short stories. This is just a brief introduction to one of them. I'll update it as I think about it. I'm not good at writing introductions. I hope you'll appreciate them more.)