I am the Crown Princess, but the Crown Prince loves my concubine. On the wedding night, he lifted his hijab and sneered: "Remember, you will never be as good as her." I nodded quietly and played the role of a good family chess piece. He took his concubine to the lake, and I took care of him; he contradicted the queen for his concubine, and I knelt down to apologize. Until the concubine was suddenly poisoned at the palace banquet, and he grabbed my neck and said, "Vicious woman! I knew you couldn't tolerate her!" When I was breathing hard, I caught a glimpse of the paper package that slipped from my concubine's sleeve - exactly the same as the one the prince gave me this morning.
