Qing Dynasty: The Abandoned Substitute Consort Won't Deceive Herself

After transmigrating into the Fourth Prince’s household as its most beautiful woman, I thought I could coast through life.

That is, until I saw the portrait in his study, a woman who looked seven-tenths like me.

So his affection was nothing but a carefully staged game of replacement.

“The prince loves her. Then I’ll just be myself.”

I took off my hairpin and let my hair down, then tore up the portrait before his astonished eyes.

“From this day on, I will be no one’s shadow.”

I expected him to hand me divorce papers or a strip of white silk. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, eyes red:

“What if I told you… she was the one standing in for you?”