Marrying a Concubine as a Substitute Is a Cunning Queen

When I was young, my father led me walking along the long palace corridor. He said, "Nanny, if you stand here one day, remember not to lower your head, or the crown will fall off." Fifteen years later, I entered the palace to marry as a substitute with a face that was very similar to that of the imperial concubine. The emperor pressed me on the dragon bed, pinched my chin and sneered: "No matter how similar I am to you, it will always be a fake."