On the day when I became the cannon fodder concubine in the palace fighting novel who could not survive three chapters, I was kneeling at the gate of Changle Palace waiting to die.
In the original work, Lin Wanwan will be sent to the cold palace tonight. Bai Ling has prepared it, the confession has been fingerprinted, and the eunuch is on the way. Countdown to death, two hours.
I stood up, patted the dust on my skirt, and said to the emperor who was passing by: "My concubine's legs are numb. Can you kneel in a different position?"
From that day on, I decided to give up. No more fighting for favor, no more kneeling and licking, no more acting. You guys love Yingying, I'll go to bed first.
As a result, the more I lay down, the more powerful the emperor became; the worse I became, the more vulnerable the original heroine became. The queen said that I was a smart person, and Shen Qingyue asked me what I wanted. I thought about it seriously: "Can you let me retire quietly in the palace?"
Later, Shen Qingyue spent her whole life working hard to climb to the back seat and looked back at me: "I have fought for my whole life, but you don't want what you get."
I smiled: "I'm not arguing with you. It's you who trapped yourself."
This harem was destroyed by someone who didn't want to win.
