Nangong Chen was supposed to be a born emperor, born in the orthodox line, with a father who loved his family, a mother who dominated the harem, a grandfather who held military power, decisive and resolute methods, and the magnanimity of the world. If Nangong Chen were a prince, he would be a king who will leave his name in history. But she is a princess, so even if she stands proudly in the court and the ministers bow their heads, she is only called a thousand years old, thousand years old, thousand years old.
But how could she be so willing? As the auxiliary princess, standing so tall and holding so many things in her hands, God knows how eager she was to take that final step.