I was born into a scholarly family, a descendant of civil servants.
After the king ascends the throne, people are distinguished based on their talents, and both men and women can be officials.
In my heart, the king is the most majestic king, and no one does not respect and obey him from the bottom of his heart.
My father always said that the king is the proud son of heaven and the true emperor.
When I was fifteen years old, I officially became my father's top boss.
At the dinner party, twenty-year-old Wang was sitting alone on a high seat, looking more elegant than I had ever seen him before.
It was my first time attending a dinner party, and the king in my eyes seemed to be shining.
Wang gently held my hand, rubbed it carefully, and then looked at me, still smiling.
"Young Master?" Wang's smile contained a hint of evil and unruly, "You are so good-looking~" Wang's voice seemed to have been soaked in alcohol, "Be my left hand."
From that time on, the king kept me by his side, and I became his left hand.
Wang always seems to be smiling, but his eyes are obviously filled with sadness.
The king often drank, but he never got completely drunk.
Wang once plucked the roses beside the palace wall with his own hands and pinned them gently on my head.
Wang also likes to play with the spear beside him.
Mr. Wang wears dark red clothes and has a slender figure.
The king was originally a woman.
Father said that she is the real emperor...
I like to stay by her side. Even the smell of alcohol seems to be smelling on her body.
Later, I became the Prime Minister of a country, but my gentle and old-fashioned father's eyes were filled with sadness for me.
Father said, I am the king's hand just to be a good match for her...
Purpose: Just for her