Song Wantang, the daughter of an eighth-grade official, entered the palace to select a concubine for her boss's daughter.
The clothes are someone else's size, a whole circle too big. The only baggage I carry with me is twelve taels of silver stuffed by my mother and a plum blossom silver lock piece.
She originally just wanted to hide quietly and wait for the opportunity to run away.
But Emperor Xiao Yan just focused on her.
She said she was a fake and he said I knew it. She said she didn't know anything, and he said I'll teach you. She said, "I don't like you." He was silent for a long time and said, "I have plenty of time."
Song Wantang thought life would go on like this.
Until the queen who had been practicing in the temple for a year returned to the palace - that was the white moonlight that Xiao Yan had hidden in his heart, the person he could not get when he was young.
She saw the way Xiao Yan looked at the queen and suddenly understood.
It turned out that the tenderness he saw in her was just the next best thing.
The assassin broke into that night, his blade pointed directly at the queen.
Song Wantang didn't know why she rushed forward.
The sharp blade penetrated her shoulder blade, and she fell into a pool of blood. She heard Xiao Yan's trembling voice calling her name.
What she was thinking at that moment was: It was worth it, she could be free.
As expected, Xiao Yan gave her a gold medal to avoid death and left her in the palace to recuperate.
I use the best medicine from the imperial hospital and the best supplements from the imperial kitchen. Xiao Yan would come to see her every now and then, with complex eyes that seemed to contain a thousand words. In the end, he only said one sentence: "Take good care of her."
Song Wantang is really well taken care of.
She cherishes her life more than anyone else.
On the day when the wound healed, she put on plain clothes, put the death-free medal in her arms, and slipped out of the palace at night to meet the destined man who smiled like a fox.
