Summary
Father Emperor placed two imperial dossiers before me. One was for Shen Zhixing, the son of the Grand Tutor, whom I had known since childhood. The other was for Huo Wujiu, the General Who Guards the Nation, just recalled from the Northern Frontier. My hand, reaching for Shen Zhixing, paused in mid-air. This was because, before my eyes, a line of ink characters appeared out of nowhere:
“Absolutely do not choose Shen Zhixing! He is a hypocrite; in the future, he will personally push you into the abyss for the sake of his confidante!”
“Your true destiny is to become an Empress, not someone’s pawn!”
Empress? No, what I want is far more than that.
“Yue’er, cough, cough…” Father Emperor’s voice was weak, hoarse with years of chronic illness. His emaciated finger tapped the dossier in front of him.