On the day she entered the palace, Shen Qingyi knelt in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, with her forehead on the ground, and her voice was as soft as the spring water in March: "I am willing to share your worries for Your Majesty."
Everyone thought she was a little white rabbit who was just being slaughtered.
The queen gave her poisoned wine, she drank it with a smile, but turned around and sent the queen into the cold palace.
The imperial concubine slapped her, and she covered her face and shed tears. The next day, the imperial concubine was found to have collaborated with the enemy and treason.
The emperor said that she was docile and well-behaved, so she burned the candle every night and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty... How are you taking care of me?"
Until one day, the commander of the Royal Forest Army knelt in front of her: "My Lady, everything has been arranged."
She caressed her swollen belly, looked at the livid man on the throne, and smiled sweetly and charmingly:
"Your Majesty, tell me - does this world belong to you or to me?"
