They were born in the most noble and magnificent palace, but lived a humble and tolerant life. He called her aunt, and he was the young emperor whom she raised with her own hands. They have been dependent on each other for half their lives, learning martial arts together, practicing literature together, walking out of the forest of swords and guns together, escaping from exile together, and rebuilding the ruined country together. They had agreed that they would spend ten years conquering the world, ten years ruling the world, and ten years nourishing the world. Then they would no longer care about political disputes and travel around the world together for the rest of their lives. The uncontrollable feelings that shouldn't happen burn their hearts like a prairie fire. They avoid, suppress, seize, misunderstand, suspect, and hurt each other... They can cope with the tiger-wolf teacher and the wolf's ambition, but they can't handle this heaven-devouring love. In fact, it's very simple. The imperial hegemony and the country are all in vain. What they really want to reach out to hold is each other's hands. Can someone as wise as him and as courageous as her give birth to such courage?
