The White Moonlight's Stand-In Is Done with It

The night I was sold into a brothel, the madam pinched my cheek and smiled at a distinguished guest. “Look at those eyes and brows. She looks just like that woman...”

The guest paid a thousand taels of gold for my first night, yet only left me sitting alone in the bridal bedchamber until dawn.

The next day, an imperial edict arrived: Shen Zhiyi, daughter of a disgraced official, was to marry Xiao Yan, the Regent.

Later, I searched the entire prince’s residence until I finally found the portrait hidden in a secret compartment.

The woman in the painting looked eight-tenths like me, but she had no mole at the corner of her eye.

In the corner of the scroll was a date from twenty years ago, along with a short poem:

“Delicate bones, longing’s blood, year after year, month after month, I think of you.”