When I opened my eyes, I was dressed as a Chinese concubine and was bound to the "survive to the finale" system.
I smiled when I looked at Zhen Huan who had just entered the palace.
This time, I will not be stupid enough to wait for the emperor to change his mind.
He directly bribed the imperial doctor to confirm Zhen Huan's "head syndrome" and let her receive a lunch box in the first episode of the palace fight.
But just when I thought I had a chance to win, the emperor cornered me and held my chin: "My dear concubine, why haven't you imitated her poetry recently?"
