The concubine of the general's palace took the blame for her eldest sister and became the lowest-ranking concubine in the regent's palace.
When they first met him, his eyes were as cold as frost blades: "It's just a chess piece to check and balance the general's palace." She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, sewing her sincerity into the embroidery - when mending his shirt, she embroidered the hidden pattern "peace", and when warming the tea, she quietly filtered out the tea foam that he hated most, and even his favorite osmanthus cake had to be cooked in the steamer for an extra minute.
Until that night, he lifted her candlestick, holding the Bingti lotus she secretly embroidered, and said in a mute voice: "In this life... You can only be my king's."
