Song Jingmian was bound to the pregnancy system and became the concubine for the prince's wedding.
Everyone said that she was a fertility tool that could not be put on the stage, and even her eldest sister who came from time-to-time laughed at her for being short-sighted.
Song Jingmian didn't take it seriously: "General, hurry up and don't chase the little rabbit. What I want is the bargaining chip for the deep palace to stand firm."
She doesn't want the love of an emperor, she just wants the mother to be valued and the son to have the power.
But she didn't know that the crazy tyrant who could hear her voice had already given her all the preferences in his heart.
Late at night, Pei Wanyuan pinched her slender waist, his eyes dangerous and infatuated: "In your heart, am I just a little rabbit that is used and thrown away?"
Song Jingmian bit her red lips, her eyes blurred: "Your Majesty is not a little rabbit, but... A big bad wolf!"
