On the night when Shen Zhaotang entered the palace for his sister, the young emperor grabbed his jaw as soon as Shen Zhaotang was put on the dragon bed.
"You are not Shen Yunzhi."
In one sentence, she was almost sentenced to death.
Of course she is not Shen Yunzhi. She was an abandoned child who was forced into a wedding dress by her aunt and sent to the palace to die as a substitute. She was also the only person who should not have survived the murder fifteen years ago.
When the queen saw her for the first time, she gave her an old hosta.
It was a relic that her mother wore before she died.
Everyone in the palace thought that the new concubine who entered the palace under a false identity would not survive more than three days. The queen was waiting for her to show her cowardice, the concubine was waiting for her to make a fool of herself, and the queen mother was waiting for her to accept her fate.
But she didn't die.
When she was forced to kneel at the palace gate, she lowered her eyebrows, but allowed the nun in charge to be interrogated in public; when she was pushed to a dead end, she softly admitted her mistake, but the person who set up the trap was confused first.
The emperor initially doubted her and tested her, but later made exceptions to protect her again and again.
Until one night, he put a dusty old case in front of her and asked: "Shen Zhaotang, what exactly do you want to investigate when you enter the palace?"
She lowered her eyes and smiled, but didn't answer.
Because what she wanted to investigate was never a case.
But everyone in this imperial city owed their lives to the Shen family.
