When the new emperor ascended the throne and was drafted for the first time, I was forced into the palace because I looked exactly like Bai Yueguang, who died young.
The other concubines laughed at me because I had no skin and no favor, and they humiliated me and deducted my expenses every day.
Until they discovered that after I went to bed every night, the cinnabar mole on my neck was always as bright as blood.
"The Emperor never really visits anyone..." I twirled the blood-stained candied fruit and chuckled.
The next day, news came from the Yangxin Hall that the lotus soup cooked by the emperor himself was poisoned.
>When the Sixth Palace was in shock, I walked out slowly and knelt down to offer the antidote I had brewed with my own hands:
"I am willing to exchange my life for my life."
Suddenly a cold hand stretched out from behind the gauze curtain and pulled me into the darkness:
"My beloved, do you know that the bowl of poisonous soup was originally prepared by me for you..."
