On the day of the wedding, the main entrance of the Prince Regent's Palace was closed, and a small sedan carried me in through the corner door.
Xiao Jingchen, the regent of Daliang, held my chin and looked coldly at this face that was very similar to his Bai Yueguang: "You are only qualified to be her substitute."
The whole government is waiting to see my joke.
Later, the man who said I was only worthy of being a stand-in knelt at the door of Feng Pavilion, his eyes so red that they looked like they were stained with blood.
"Aning," his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper scraping against dead wood, "from the very beginning, I knew you were not her."
"This king has always been waiting for you."
