As the son of the prime minister, he was forced to enter the harem and become the male queen. On the wedding night, he saw through my intention to take advantage - I married him only because his father's power was the only pillar supporting my throne. The hatred in his eyes forced me to withdraw from the harem for a whole year.
Just when I thought he hated me to the core, early in the morning there was a secret report from the prime minister forcing him to give birth to an heir for me.
By the pond in the Imperial Garden, I walked towards the lonely figure from behind and said jokingly: "How is the Prime Minister doing today?"
He looked back, his eyes distant and unfamiliar: "Your Majesty is joking, my father is on leave today."
Concept: "In the prison of power, hatred becomes the most luxurious shackles."