In my last life, I entered the palace for him and became his most beloved concubine.
He hugged me and sighed: "I only have you in my heart, but when I go to the harem, I have to protect the queen."
So on the day I was poisoned by the Queen and died, he was celebrating her birthday.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of the draft. I packed my bags overnight and was about to run away.
However, the palace gate was surrounded by layers of forbidden troops. He blocked me in the boudoir with red eyes: "In this life, you will never leave me for another half step."
Later, he abolished the Sixth Palace, knelt in front of me and choked up: "I don't want to weigh or be thoughtful, as long as you do well."
Can a broken mirror really be reunited?
