On the city wall that year, the young prince stood next to the imperial concubine against the light. The sunlight shone on his body, making him look like a god. At that glance, Mo Ruyu fell deeply into it and could not extricate herself.
That year, the prime minister died, and Mo Ruyu succeeded in taking the throne. His methods were really impressive. He and I were on the same page, but my mother and concubine actually begged my father to let him teach me how to deal with politics! Forget it, but he actually touched me!
Intention: The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.