Draft ceremony? On the pretext of feeling unwell, he turned around and ran away; to give the queen some sleep? I can't afford to live or die; even if the emperor flips my sign, I can instantly turn into a sneezing sick man and persuade him to quit. The front palace and the back palace were fighting in darkness, but I nested in the small shabby courtyard next to the cold palace, eating and drinking well, and sleeping in darkness. Who could have expected that this extreme display of arrogance would become the most invincible way to survive in the harem.
