Lu Jiuxing lived quite happily before the age of twenty.
My father is a wise king praised by everyone, and my mother is a virtuous queen praised by everyone. The two of them had a harmonious relationship, and he was the only child who was extremely kind to him.
Even though he was playful and did well in his studies, his mother would only touch his hair and say that we just had a good time.
At that time, his mind was still immature and he failed to see the deep meaning in his mother's eyes.
When she was twenty years old, her biological mother passed away, and her father immediately named her a concubine.
Everything is like a joke.
If that was all, he could spend his whole life guarding his mother's relics.
But as the emperor's father, when there was a flood in the south of the Yangtze River, he held a banquet; when the northwest frontier invaded, he danced on drums.
Complaints arose among the people and unrest continued.
He finally understood that there was never any wise king, it was just an illusion created with the painstaking help of his mother.
Six months ago, his father had a premonition that the building was about to collapse. He threw a piece of succession edict to him and committed suicide in the cold palace, sending him to be the emperor of the subjugated country.
Before leaving, he told Lu Jiuxing that what he hated most in his life was his mother, and that after so many years of happiness, it would not be a bad idea to die now.
That day, the wild laughter mixed with the firelight made half the sky noisy.
Now, when the rebel army came to the city, he dismissed the palace people and sent them home. The first half of his life played out in his mind like a carousel, finally settling on the face of a young man.
What a pity that we couldn't meet again... He thought.
The next moment, the door of the main hall was pushed open
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Concept: A story that suddenly appears in the middle of the night