I'm just a stand-in, I have to block the sword for her even if I die.
Before I lost consciousness, I heard him whisper in my ear: "I haven't told you yet... I..." The rest of the words were swallowed up by the wind that poured into my ears. I don't want to know. It's too late for a man who can't even remember my name.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the bed in the Xiyuan of the Prince's Mansion. The moonlight was cold outside the window, and the fragrance of gardenia drifted in through the half-open window lattice. I looked down at my hands—white, slender, without scars. I touched my chest, it was intact. A young face was reflected in the bronze mirror, with a childlike look on his brows and eyes.
Three years ago. I went back to three years ago, on the eve of the concubine selection banquet in the Prince's Mansion.
It took me a whole stick of incense to suppress my trembling, and then I began to frantically recall all the details of my previous life. At the concubine selection banquet, Aunt Zhao would let me wear Shen Qingyi's old clothes; the prince would ask me to play the piano at the banquet, and then would be cold-faced because I played a wrong scale; Shen Qingzhi would "encounter" me in the garden and hypocritically call me sister...
