Summary
When I was six, the white-haired emperor asked me, “Good child, do you want to be empress?” Frightened, I hid behind my father and shook my head like a rattle-drum. “But you already have an empress.” The emperor smiled and patted my head. “Not my empress. His.” I turned to look at the little boy beside him. Although he was very pretty, I still shook my head. The little boy lowered his head sadly. I pursed my lips, feeling a little sorry for him. The emperor saw it all. “He has had no mother since he was little, and no friends either. Before long, I will have to leave him too.” “He is very pitiful, and the palace is so big. He cries at night. Can you help me keep him company?” I thought for a moment, then nodded solemnly. “All right.”