My name is Shangguan Jin, and many people call me Emperor Xuan. In fact, I am a woman, but the world does not know that the emperor they know well has no battles lost on the battlefield, no mismanagement in the court, and no chaos in the world. These are supposed to be great achievements made by a man, but I, a woman, have achieved something unprecedented and unprecedented. I have done this, but I am not happy. Not even a day has passed. Life is very boring. In my eyes, I only have the supreme right. Although I am a woman, I have never been a woman for a day. It's not like I haven't worn women's makeup and women's clothes. My appearance will definitely make men fascinated, but I don't care. My appearance will one day be defeated by time. I have the power in my hand and will not be defeated by anyone. I have been stuffed with women by those people every day in the harem. After being a man for so many years, I have actually forgotten that I am a woman. I really dislike those vulgar fans. One or two pretend to like me, covet my rights, and try their best to please me. I think it is ridiculous, and I feel sad for their fate. Until one day, I met a girl named Xue Ci. She and her little maid ate, drank and had fun every day. She seemed to always be the child who was ignorant of the world. I saw it in his eyes. Clean, pure, and uniquely innocent, this sincerity in the deep palace compound is gone. I cherish this hard-won relationship, but I dare not pierce this layer of window paper. I know that it is like a dream, an unrealistic dream. I try to convince myself to treat her like my sister, but I can't deceive myself. If I like it, I like it. So Excuses are just to comfort myself. The day I confessed my feelings, she was exceptionally calm and did not cry as much as I imagined. I even thought she was cautiously asking me to protect my dignity. The moment she spoke, I knew that I had fallen into trouble in my life. In the twenty-three years I have been alive, no one has ever asked me if I am willing to be like this or if I have wronged myself. Yes, am I doing this voluntarily? My mother's selfish desires have made me what I am today. The pain I endured is also accompanied by the supreme right. She doesn't dislike me. The two of them confessed their feelings. I asked her, I am a woman, will you marry me? She kissed me with her red lips and agreed to me in a crisp voice, "Okay."
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