[Palace intrigue] [Substitute] [The chase-back crematorium] [Tortured romance] [Happy ending] [Substitute romance] [Emperor] [Inner palace] [Angst first, sweetness later] [A power couple] [The chase-back crematorium]
Alternate titles: The Emperor Went Mad After I Entered the Palace as a Substitute; Beyond the Cold Palace Wall, Someone Stops for Me Every Night
On the day of the selection, Emperor Jinghe smashed his teacup in front of every lady in the hall.
Because my face was exactly like that of his late empress.
He kept my name tablet.
Then he banished me to Biiwu Court, the most remote corner of the harem, right next to the Cold Palace.
Everyone in the palace laughed: I was only a substitute, not even worth a glance.
They didn’t know
The charcoal fire in Biiwu Court never went out. The window paper was always freshly replaced.
Late at night, someone always stopped outside the courtyard wall. He would stand there for half an hour at a time.
Li Dequan asked him, “Your Majesty, would you like to go in and sit for a while?”
He replied, “There’s no need for her to know.”
For three years, he protected me by keeping me at arm’s length.
Until that cup of poisoned wine was brought before me.
He carried me, poisoned, through twelve palace gates. His imperial crown fell off as he ran.
The Son of Heaven himself knelt on the floor of the Imperial Medical Institute.
“If you die, there will be no one left in my empire.”
Later, I felt seven layers of bandages wrapped around his wrist.
He had used his own blood as medicine to save my life.
I took his hand.
Slowly, he clasped mine in return.
But there’s still something I want to ask:
When you stood outside Biiwu Court every night, who were you really looking at?
This face, or Su Qingyan?
Let me give you a good review first.