I am a queen, but I am the biggest joke in this harem.
The emperor has only doted on his concubine for ten years and has never set foot in my palace.
On the night when the imperial concubine gave birth, a fire suddenly broke out in the palace, and the emperor rushed to the imperial concubine's palace immediately.
I quietly drank the poisonous wine and saw three blank lives in my life and death book.
It turns out that I am an immortal king who has descended to earth and endured calamities, and the noble concubine is just the last mortal connection that I need to cut off before ascending.
Reborn as sixteen years old, I accepted the order and entered the palace with a smile.
In this life, I want to see how the emperor regrets it and how the noble concubine reaps the consequences.
Until the powerful regent pushed me against the wall:
"Your Majesty, the fairy spirit in you seems to be more attractive than the Emperor."
