In my last life, I believed my concubine's lies. In order to satisfy her, I deliberately slandered her in front of the palace and was rejected by the regent. My concubine became the princess as she wished, but I was sent to the northern military camp with a secret order to become a camp prostitute. Finally, I died with hatred. On the day of the concubine selection ceremony, my fingertips touched my life again. Wearing the jade pendant on my waist, I could still remember the scene of being pushed into a military camp by my concubine in my previous life and being abused by thousands of people. Seeing her pretending to wipe away her tears, I suddenly pinched her pointed chin and forced her to raise her head. My sister's pitiful look reminded me of the smile you used when you threw me into the military camp in my previous life.
