It has been a month since Lin Zhiwan traveled into this sixteen-year-old body. She is certain of two things:
First, her position in the harem is about the same as a piece of grass in the cracks of the floor tiles in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Second, she had never seen the emperor on any occasion, not even his clothes.
Then the day after the Queen Mother's birthday banquet, an oral edict came into the back garden - "I will send the virgin maid Lin Zhiwan to serve tea in front of the emperor today."
No reason. No explanation. No one would ask her if she was willing.
As the news spread, the entire harem was asking the same question: Who is behind her?
Lin Zhiwan wanted to know the answer more than they did. She searched through the memory of the original owner and could not find any backing, any relationship, or any clues that could explain this oral message. She only did one thing at the Queen Mother's birthday banquet - serve the dishes. From beginning to end, nothing went wrong and I didn't meet anyone I shouldn't have met.
It's not a script about "the overbearing emperor falls in love with me".
But what is that?
She doesn't know. All she knew was that while everyone was guessing about her, she was also secretly observing.
