I was the illegitimate daughter of a scholarly family in Jiangnan. After a painting was mistakenly delivered to him, Prince Jing took a liking to me. I was carried into his residence in a bridal sedan and became the envy of everyone as Princess Jing.
A year after our wedding, I gave birth to an heir without a hitch. Prince Jing was overjoyed and held a three-day banquet for all the officials.
Even the Empress Dowager personally bestowed a longevity lock upon him, and everyone in the household doted on this only legitimate son.
My birth family often came to curry favor with me, the illegitimate daughter they had once trampled into the dirt.
Everyone thought I had finally turned my life around.
But no one knew that only when I was alone with the swaddling clothes late at night did I dare to lift that thick layer of brocade.
Inside was no cherubic baby. It was a little dragon, its whole body covered in glassy scales, that could spit tiny sprays of water!
Every day, I wrapped the little dragon in a specially made swaddle and mimicked a baby's cries to fool everyone. When feeding it, I had to make sure all the servants were gone.
The constant fear and stress were wearing me down.
Just as I couldn't take it anymore and was about to run away with the little dragon, it sneaked into the study and accidentally spat water all over Prince Jing's favorite antique painting.
My legs gave out beneath me. It looked like my time had come...
