After receiving the news that my mother was seriously ill, I hurried back to the palace from the border. But I saw the beggar I adopted sitting arrogantly on the Queen Mother's phoenix chair. Before I could say anything, she wanted to establish a palace rule for me on the grounds that she was pregnant with the heir to the throne. I was extremely surprised and repeatedly confirmed whether the son in her belly was my father's. Because my mother had difficulty in giving birth to me, my father took the infertility medicine after I was born. But she actually wanted to beat me to death with a stick on the pretext that I hit the little prince in her belly. I was so angry that I took out my father's imperial edict and threw it in her face. "An unborn bastard dares to compete with this princess for the throne. I'm afraid you have forgotten how to write the word death!"
