Yin Hui climbed out of the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses and sat on the supreme position.
Once in power, she became the most iron-blooded king in Linyue history.
He is also the most convincing king.
But the queen's position has been idle for a long time, and all the major snobs are eyeing her. New men's faces appear in front of Yin Hui every day.
A gentle and elegant young man, a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse, a mature and steady man of insight...
They were like peacocks vying to open their tails first, just to get her look.
Until a neighboring country sends a proton.
Yin Hui watched him step down from the carriage, with his plain white clothes and pale and frail face, like a flower that was too fragile to be broken.
But it happened to have an excellent color, and every move revealed an unspeakable charm.
When he first saw her, those eyes were full of affection, calling her softly:
"Your Majesty..."
Yin Hui's heart suddenly became a little confused.
—
Shang Li broke his own wings with his own hands, making himself soft and pitiful.
He was eating expensive medicinal materials, and his figure was getting thinner day by day.
He practices what kind of figure is the most attractive, what kind of eyes are the most affectionate, and paints rouge over and over again in the mirror...
He didn't care what others thought, he just asked his gods to look at him.
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If she wanted a kingdom, he would give it to her.
She wanted authority, and he gave her supreme authority.
And what he wants...
Just a place next to her pillow.
Intention: Positive and uplifting
