Break Off That High Mountain Flower

In the 20th year of Jinghe's reign in Daliang, the emperor died suddenly without heirs. It was night, and a group of Feiyu uniformed guards rode straight to a courtyard outside the capital city. In the other courtyard, the precarious princess Xiao Wan, the daughter of the emperor and his guilty concubine, was imprisoned. Maybe she sensed something. When the Jin Yiwei knocked open the door of the other courtyard, Xiao Wanlihua knelt down and begged them to let her live. Snow was falling heavily outside the house, and a young man, wearing a black cloak and a bamboo hat, came walking through the snow. When he entered the house, he took off his bamboo hat and saw that the room was filled with celestial beauty and jade color, like a pearl. He looked down at Xiao Wan who was crying with snot and tears. He said that his name was Xie Heng and he was the chief assistant of Daliang. He also said that he came here to welcome her and become the emperor of Daliang. - Xie Heng, a young prodigy, a proud son of heaven, became the chief minister of the Liang Dynasty at the age of twenty-three. He served as chief minister for two years, implemented an iron-fisted new policy, and became a powerful minister that everyone feared. At this time, the emperor died without a son. Seeing that the throne was about to fall into the hands of the side, and the new policy was about to be ruined, Xie Heng turned his attention to the princess Xiao Wan who was imprisoned outside the palace and whose biological mother was a sinner. He took a desperate risk and asked Xiao Wan to disguise herself as a man and become the emperor of Daliang. Perhaps he was grateful for the kindness of the late emperor's cultivation. He planned to wait for Xiao Wan to become pregnant and give birth to the blood of the late emperor, then let her die suddenly, and then support the younger prince to ascend the throne. In this way, the throne would still be the blood of the late emperor. Things went smoothly. One month later, Xiao Wan ascended the throne. Xie Heng stared at the trembling young emperor in the Jinluan Palace, thinking only that when she gave birth to the prince, he would let her die suddenly. Xiao Wan, who looked timid and useless, was sitting on the dragon chair with her hands on the cold seat. Her face was acting uneasy, but she was smiling in her heart. She said to herself: If I sit on this seat, I will never get down. She looked at His Highness Jinluan, a powerful minister of the Qing Dynasty, who was wearing a crimson official uniform embroidered with cranes and a jade belt around his waist. She was still thinking in her mind that the first minister's waist was so thin that it was about to break. Intention: The flower of the high mountain under the altar