I dressed up as a cannon fodder eunuch in a Machiavellian novel, and at the beginning I was framed for stealing the imperial concubine's jade seal.
The third prince, Xiao Che, was in charge of the interrogation. He played with the dagger with a smile: "My father-in-law, it's a pity to scratch his face."
I am well versed in modern psychology, and I can see through the dead silence in the eyes of this beautiful young man who is always full of witty words.
"Your Highness," I looked directly at him, "there is gilded powder from the jade seal between your fingernails."
His smile froze, and I took the opportunity to lean in and whisper: "I'll help you solve your trouble, and you'll keep me alive."
Later, when the fight for his rightful son became more intense, I blocked the deadly poisonous wine for him.
He pinched my neck with scarlet eyes: "Who allows you to die for me?"
On the eve of the enthronement ceremony, he pressed me against the dragon throne: "Either you become my queen, or... I will be buried alone in the imperial mausoleum with you."
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Intention: Unity of knowledge and action