Speaking of which, it is all thanks to my father that I am able to enter the palace.
My father was a nouveau riche in the capital. He became rich overnight. The reason was very simple. My father's wife, my mother, was favored by the emperor and was carried into the palace. It was said that my father was my mother's brother. The emperor really doesn't choose.
The emperor doesn't know I exist.
My mother became someone else's concubine, and I also became someone else's concubine, still her son's concubine.
The good times did not last long, and before I was favored by the prince, I was given to the prime minister.
I was sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion. My father wrinkled his face in my room and looked at me resentfully for a long time with an expression that seemed like he was still holding his shit. Until footsteps sounded outside, which seemed to have saved his life. He sighed and said, "You should live a good life." The word "ba" was still floating in the air, and he jumped out of the window and left. My father is probably the most flexible among fat people.
Our prime minister pushed the door open and came in. He saw me standing by the window in a daze and asked me, "I thought I heard someone talking just now."
I pulled up the window, bolted it, turned to him and said, "Well, I asked the cat outside to stop meowing."
The Prime Minister obviously paused, "What did you tell it?"
"Meow..."
Intention: I just want to write some light-hearted and sweet love novels.