Shen Zhiwei, the most inconspicuous concubine in the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion, had been hanging on her life with a bowl of medicine since she was a child. In the eyes of others, she was a sickly person who could not survive even her hair. There is a curse in the Jing'an Marquis Mansion: the men in the family will not live to be thirty, and all the daughters will be widowed. Seeing that the last male in the Hou family and her biological brother was getting weaker day by day, the whole family went crazy. She was so sick that she sought medical treatment. They actually wanted to send Shen Zhiwei, a "waste chess piece", to the East Palace and use her life to win an illusory "happy event". When the news came, Shen Zhiwei was basking in the sun on the porch with a blanket. When he heard the words, he coughed twice softly, causing the ends of his eyes to turn red. The maid holding her was heartbroken, but she smiled in her heart. Send her away? Okay, she didn't want to wade into the muddy waters of the Marquis Mansion for a long time. Everyone thought that if she entered the East Palace, she would escape death and be the last victim of the family. But no one knew that her sickly appearance, wheezing every three steps and coughing every five steps, was half true and half fake. She used weakness as her armor and meekness as her blade, and she lived like a fish in water in the cannibalistic East Palace. Today, I help this concubine "condition" her body so that she can linger on the bed and be unable to compete for favor. Tomorrow, I will send "health" cakes to that prince and make him jump up and down, and he will be disgusted by the emperor. Gradually, a legend began to spread in Beijing: The sick beauty beside the prince was probably not a living god, and whoever messed with her would be in bad luck. Only the rumored cold and surly prince would hold her in his arms when no one was around and ask in a low voice: "Weiwei, who are you plotting against today? Your hands are so cold, but you haven't taken the medicine properly?" Shen Zhiwei leaned into his arms and narrowed her eyes lazily:
