At the palace selection, Zhao Xiaohe lined up in the wrong place.
By a twist of fate, she was mistaken for “Young Master Lin,” who had pulled strings to get in. She was spared castration and entered the palace directly as a “eunuch.”
With an old eunuch watching her like a hawk, the real Young Master Lin closing in at every turn, and the sword of the crime of deceiving the emperor hanging over her head, Zhao Xiaohe just wants to quietly be a lowly eunuch and keep her head.
But for some reason, the cold, taciturn Prince Jin, Xiao Yan, is always hovering around her.
“Lin Xiaohe, just who are you?”
Her legs trembling, she replies, “Your Highness, this servant washes clothes at the Laundry Bureau…”
Xiao Yan smiles, but there’s no warmth in his eyes. “I checked. There’s no one by that name at the Laundry Bureau.”
Zhao Xiaohe: I’m done for. I’m really going to lose my head this time.
What she doesn’t know is that Xiao Yan has known who she is all along
He’s only waiting for her to say it herself: I’m not a eunuch. I’m yours.
