"Why the dazed expression," Ji Xiaoyuan stood up behind Su Zhiruan, kneading her shoulders, "what are you thinking about?"
"Ah... it's a long story." Su Zhiruan sighed deeply; she handed a thick book on the table to Ji Xiaoyuan, "Take a look at this."
Ji Xiaoyuan flipped through two pages and laughed, "Madam, you're so wise and strong, what's written here isn't unreasonable."
Su Zhiruan: "..."
Unbeknownst to her, the little emperor had someone record the things she did, praising them to everyone, and even had them compile a biography of her life and spread it widely. Su Zhiruan hadn't left the palace recently. By the time she found out, this book had already become the storyteller's new script.
People passed it on by word of mouth, almost turning her into an omnipotent immortal.
"One day, I'll write one for you." Su Zhiruan glared at him. Seeing the amusement in his eyes, she herself unconsciously relaxed a lot, "Let's name it—The Men Behind a Successful Woman!"
