I dressed as the stand-in for Bai Yueguang, the young king of Zhenbei, who pinched my chin and called her by her given name every night.
To save my life, I acted meekly, until he came back from the "resurrection" of Bai Yueguang, and a bowl of abortion pills drained three months of my flesh and blood.
On the night I left the mansion, I set fire to my bedroom. Everyone in the capital knew that the king of Zhenbei knelt down and smashed the bricks in order to recover the abandoned concubine.
With red eyes, he asked the imperial doctor: "Why does she always hide?"
The old doctor was trembling: "My mother's soul-leaving syndrome has not been cured. Every time the prince calls Bai Yueguang's name, she gets a splitting headache."
Later, I opened a medical clinic in Jiangnan and became famous. He was covered in blood and stood in front of me: "Please save her..."
I chuckled and stroked the old scar on my abdomen: "Yes, I can use your blood to make the medicine."
