In order to repay the kindness of my adoptive father, I took the place of Miss Zhen who escaped from marriage and married into the palace as a concubine.
The albizia handkerchief was embroidered with bamboo patterns, and I replaced it with lotus, Miss Zhen's favorite, while my grandma was napping.
I originally wanted to hold on to the fragrance of the medicine until my love for love was cleared, and then seek freedom, but unexpectedly I found that the sick and weak husband had accumulated poison in his body.
After the wedding, the concubine brought nourishing bird's nests, but I could smell the exotic sprig of wormwood on the snow.
"The prince's poisoning has worsened, so I dare to ask the prince to give it a try."
He raised his wrist and let me apply the silver needle, his eyes as cold as a deep well:
"You tried so hard to marry into the prince's palace. What's your plan?"
