I am the daughter of the late emperor and a prostitute. I was reduced to clay at birth.
He has grown up in a flower building since he was a child, and is the most humble existence in this building.
The royal family declined, and the Queen Mother took control of the government and wanted to establish her nephew as the crown prince.
The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty remonstrated with the court and vowed not to support the Xiao family's children.
The literati in the world pressed forward step by step, and the issue of the crown prince once again reached a deadlock.
The emperor's master took the opportunity to declare my identity and win over civil servants to help me ascend to the throne.
I joined the cabinet, listened to government affairs, and supported the crumbling country as a woman.
It's a pity that I have the ambition and talent to govern the country, but I can't match the arrangements of heaven.
This world is a beautiful world where men fall in love, and women are as light as dust.
I don't have the halo of the protagonist, I'm just a whetstone given by God to the protagonist.
In the end, his loyal ministers and good generals betrayed him and were humiliated and trampled upon by his old enemies.
When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the flower house twenty years ago.
Intention: I have no control over my destiny