Shen Qingdai was sent to the palace simply because she looked like the emperor’s late first love.
She never forgot that she was a substitute, and kept her head down, but the favored consort Shen Jinghong still saw her as a thorn in her side.
When she was handed a cup of poisoned wine, she heard Shen Jinghong sneer, “A fake deserves a fake’s fate.”
Reborn on the day she first entered the palace, Qingdai looked at her reflection and tore off her gentle, demure mask.
“Elder sister, this time you’ll be the one in my shadow.”
She trained in her first love’s dance and handwriting until she could imitate them to perfection.
The emperor was captivated, the harem was shaken, and Shen Jinghong’s favor began to crumble.
When Shen Jinghong hysterically accused her of deceiving the emperor, Qingdai smiled gently.
“Deceiving His Majesty? I’m the one in his heart.”
She stroked her belly and looked toward the emperor on the raised platform. “Your Majesty, wouldn’t you agree?”
The man on the dragon throne gave her a profound look and tapped his fingers lightly. “My beloved consort speaks the truth.”
