"Born to be the empress?” Prince Cheng stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back. He said this without turning back.

His plain robes made him look like an ordinary recluse in the mountain.

The room was very simple. It was just an ordinary Zen room hidden behind the stone forest. It was a room for cultivating in seclusion. There was a table and two chairs. On the square table, there was a spread scripture, a string of sandalwood beads, and ...