I am a concubine from a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River. I was noticed by Prince Jing because of a calligraphy and painting that was sent by mistake. I was carried into Prince Jing's palace in a sedan chair and became the concubine of Prince Jing that everyone envied.
One year after my marriage, I successfully gave birth to my son. Prince Jing was overjoyed and entertained hundreds of officials for three days.
Even the Queen Mother personally bestowed the longevity lock, and everyone in the mansion held the only legitimate son in the palm of their hands.
My mother-in-law's family often come over to please me, the concubine they once trampled in the mud.
Everyone thought I had turned over.
But no one knew that only I dared to lift the heavy brocade when I was alone in the middle of the night.
What's the baby inside? It's clearly a little dragon covered with glazed scales and spitting out tiny drops of water!
Every day I wrapped the little dragon in a special swaddling cloth, imitating the cry of a baby to coax others, and avoided all servants when feeding.
I was exhausted mentally and physically from living the days of fear.
Just when I couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to run away with the little dragon, he sneaked into the study and accidentally spit out water and destroyed the ancient painting that Prince Jing loved most.
I instantly collapsed to the ground. It seemed that my death was approaching...
