The Empress' Lackey

The emperor's master died. After his death, he did not go to Naihe Bridge. Instead, he stayed in the mortal world and watched his little girl for seven years. Watch her grow up, watch her be forbearing, watch her become more and more silent and strong. Seeing her accept a harem, she was lucky enough to be favored by a male. Watch her support her arms, watch her clean up her relatives, watch her kill the rebel general. Xuanyi is wearing a golden crown and nine flowing crowns. She sits firmly in the temple, and all the nations come to pay homage. That was Empress Ling'an, the little girl he raised from eight to sixteen years old. It was the little girl who, when she was eight years old, was wearing imperial uniform and caught up with him, holding his hand and wanting to go home with him. When she was nine years old, she was afraid of being alone in the dormitory and would not sleep until he held her hand. It was the little girl who asked him to pick a sprig of coriander when she was thirteen years old, but he refused. When he was sixteen years old, he read the name of the little girl in his heart and was willing to die for her. On the last day of the seventh year, the emperor's master was taken away by Yin Shi. When he woke up, he actually became the number one scholar in the new subject. The person he had been watching for six and seven years was in a high position in the distance. He wanted to get close to her, be close to her, and be the person closest to her again. Stupid version———— The new No. 1 Scholar was a monster, and the civil and military officials of the court all agreed on this. However, His Highness was fascinated by the beauty and did not know it, so he doted on the No. 1 Scholar very much. Relying on the favor of the empress, the number one scholar quickly climbed to a high position. Everyone lamented and said that it would be better if the emperor's master was still there. If the Imperial Master is still here, Your Majesty will definitely listen to his advice. But the emperor's master was dead, and they could only look at the arrogant and rebellious traitor angrily. When others mentioned the No. 1 Scholar, they thought he was a sycophant and disdained to associate with him. They always laughed and said, "That empress' lackey." But the champion didn't care. He looked at the woman in the high position and knelt down willingly. "I intend to be your lackey, to clear away all injustices and clear all obstacles for you."