The day Jiang Rou was carried into the East Palace on a small sedan chair, she knew she was a fake.
Her eyebrows and eyebrows look a lot like Bai Yueguang Su Xueyi, the prince who died young, so she became the most convenient substitute.
The prince caressed her face and called "Xueyi", and she lowered her eyes meekly; the prince asked her to wear Su Xueyi's old clothes, so she was inhaled by the cool plum fragrance every day.
She abides by her duties and plays the perfect shadow, but secretly spends three years doing two things:
First, read through the classics of Taiyuan Hospital and acquire exquisite medical skills;
The second is to weave the warmth and coldness of people in the East Palace into a dense network.
At the end of three years, she handed in her resignation:
"I am Jiang Rou, please return home."
The prince held the tissue paper, his eyes scarlet:
"Rou'er, don't make trouble. Gu has long stopped looking at others through you..."
Jiang Rou took a step back and avoided his outstretched hand:
"Your Highness, your snow-clad girl died of illness three years ago."
Outside the window, Wu Yang, the old nanny and young eunuch whom she had rescued, knelt on the ground:
"Please, Your Highness, let Dr. Jiang out of the palace!"
