I served Her Highness from childhood. I watched her radiance outshine all others, and watched her fortunes rise and fall in the deep palace. Others called her domineering, but all I saw was her sincerity.
Later, the Nian family became the target of everyone’s anger. For the sake of the Nian family, and for Her Highness, I washed away my old life and went to serve the man who shared her bed: the man who had personally destroyed her life. When the Emperor’s hand brushed my hair, I felt sick. But whenever I thought of Her Highness anxiously awaiting news in her bedchamber, I could force that revulsion back down.
