On the first day you dressed as a witch, you decided: since you are destined to be infamy for eternity, then enjoy it. No fighting for favor, no scheming, no palace fighting. Sleep until you wake up naturally every day, and let the imperial kitchen take turns delivering food. As a result, the legendary and decisive tyrant came to your window in the middle of the night and said, "My dear concubine, they all ignore me. Please talk to me."
