One evening nine years ago, the Xia Qi Palace was like a giant beast lurking in the sunset. The towering vermilion palace gate opened its bloody mouth, waiting for anyone who would fall into its trap.
"Mom, can we not go to the palace?"
The carriage that drove out of the Prime Minister's Mansion slowly stopped in front of the Vermilion Palace gate. The young Sixth Prince, wearing a heavy robe, held his mother Zhao's hand and pleaded anxiously.
He gently opened the curtain a little, and saw the burly and strong guards patrolling everywhere, and the eunuch with gloomy eyes looked him up and down.
Suddenly coming to a strange and depressing environment, the Sixth Prince looked a little timid and shy.
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