The Fat Imperial Concubine Is Also Charming, and Your Majesty Only Favors Me.

My cousin has been living in my uncle's house since she was five years old. She is the sister with whom I have the best relationship. She encouraged me to be the most comfortable version of myself, with a meal of three big elbows, candied fruit, crispy cheese, and steamed buns. But she only ate boiled vegetables for every meal, bound her feet, practiced dancing, and had her waist wrapped. When we turned fifteen and got our haircut, we held a haircut ceremony together. I became a famous fat girl, but she danced around the capital. The prince's fiancé disliked me, broke off the engagement with me, and turned around to propose to marry her. I didn't cry or make a fuss, I didn't fight or grab, I just packed my bags quietly. A year later, as the crown prince's wife, she finally got the opportunity to enter the palace to attend the palace banquet. However, she looked up. Oops, I took the big elbow next to the emperor and chewed it deliciously. Her noble mother-in-law slapped her on the forehead. "What are you looking at? That's the imperial concubine. Kneel down!"