I am the most loyal dog around the queen. I bite wherever she points me, and I never make a mistake.
Until she put a bag of arsenic into my hand and ordered me to poison the blind and abandoned prince in the cold palace.
"Keep your hands and feet clean. That evil boy should have gone down to accompany his mother and concubine long ago."
I kowtowed, turned around and replaced the arsenic with a fake death drug.
That night, I stepped out of the cold palace carrying the "corpse" on my back, and his cold fingers suddenly hooked on my belt.
"Sister, palace maid," he chuckled in my ear, his breath brushing the side of my neck, "You... Have the scent of the queen."
I froze.
Later, he hibernated in the dark, his minions gradually became more numerous, and he finally succeeded in his restoration on the night of the blood moon.
On the third day after the new emperor ascended the throne, he cornered me in a deserted alley. I had not yet changed out of my dragon robe, but my fingertips were gently rubbing the old scars on my wrists.
"Sister," he asked in a low voice, "I want to be the queen now..."
"Still want to be my master?"
