I am Luo Shuihan, and I am also Luo Hanjiang.
My life has been full of ups and downs, including stories about loyal ministers, stories about ruthless officials, and stories about strategists.
I have been the confidant of His Majesty for two generations, and I am favored by no one.
I am also a palace maid. A palace maid with scars on her back and pain all over her body.
On September 12, the sixth year of the Great Yuan Dynasty, Queen Zhao called my mother into the palace, and I followed her in to greet her. I saw a little boy hiding behind her, and the Queen coughed faintly: "Was it called Shui Han? From now on, this will be your nanny. No need to be polite."
I sighed inwardly, it was really not very smart when I just put it through. I was still thinking about how to kneel down, but my mother slapped me on the ground. The little bastard smiled shyly. My fist hardened.
When this brat becomes the emperor, I will be more than just a fist...
Intention: Standing tall against the wall, being strong for the sake of love