"Why betray me?" She pointed at the man who was sleeping with another woman opposite, picked up a knife and stabbed that man's heart. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely use men as bed warmers, and she stabbed the knife into her own heart.
"From now on, you are my slave, no longer the prince." She threw the man on the bed to the ground with one hand. She traveled to this world of female lords, a world where women did not have to give birth to children. She started a civil uprising step by step and ascended to the throne. The man opposite her was her prisoner of war. She hated him because he looked so much like that man.
"The slave understands." He is a subjugated prince, branded with the plum blossom of the lowest slave, and will never be free. The only thing he can do is to protect his younger brother, and is willing to use his own life and dignity to exchange for his brother's freedom.