On the day my whole family was exterminated, Xiao Jue's golden shoes ran over my mother's hairpin.
Five years later, as his personal maid, I knelt at his feet and changed my clothes every day.
The ministers in the Jinluan Palace criticized him verbally and in writing, accusing him of being militaristic and aloof.
He suddenly pinched my chin and chuckled: "Do you hate me too?"
I bowed my head to serve tea, and the hideous scar on my neck was hidden in my collar: "I respect you like a god."
Until he tore off my mask and asked me about the whereabouts of the Fengming Guard Talisman.
I pressed my blood-stained fingertips against his beating heart: "Has Your Majesty ever heard of the Qingluan Pavilion's legitimate daughter's good disguise and Xiaobing Formation?"
He looked at my blood seeping into his dragon robe and suddenly laughed: "These eyes can't hide it from me after all."
