Fading Red Makeup: Machiavellian King's Heart

It's night in the capital. In the cold first month of winter, there was heavy rain and lightning and thunder. The cold wind roared, making people's limbs tremble. Despite the hustle and bustle of the day, only a few silhouettes wearing thick coats can be seen running fast on a wide street. Contrary to the loneliness on the street, the Regent's Palace, which had always been quiet, was now very busy. The lights are bright. "Madam, try harder! You've seen the end!" It was originally a great joy to welcome a new baby, but now the maids and slaves in the room were all in tears. Because their wife is dying... …