Queen Mother Shen Yuntang has been in charge of politics behind the curtain for thirteen years. Everyone in the government and the public knows that she is ruthless and never relents in her decision-making.
That night at the palace banquet, she didn't care when she drank the glass of wine - until the medicine took effect and her whole body felt scorching hot.
The imperial concubine Jiang Yuan originally just wanted to avoid the hustle and bustle of the banquet and find a quiet place to wake up. Unexpectedly, the intoxicating fragrance penetrated into my bones, and my footsteps had long been out of control.
When she opened the door, the person on the couch was raising his hand to touch his forehead, Feng Chai tilted slightly.
The candles flickered and the curtains were drooped.
That night, no one knew what happened in the palace.
——
When Shen Yutang woke up, there was a chill on his shoulders.
She looked sideways and saw Jiang Yuan curled up next to her pillow, the ends of his eyes were slightly red, and there were still wet tears on his eyelashes.
——This is the imperial concubine whom she has personally suppressed for three years and wanted to depose several times.
Jiang Yuan opened her eyes at the same time.
Their eyes faced each other in deathly silence.
"..."
Shen Yuntang folded up his clothes expressionlessly, and his voice was as light as the cold pond in the twelfth lunar month: "If you tell even a word about last night -"
Jiang Yuan suddenly smiled, her tears still wet, but her smile was cold and bone-chilling: "Don't worry, Queen Mother. I want to pretend it never happened more than you do."
But after that day, Jiang Yuan's waist never straightened up again.
The cushions given by Shen Yutang are getting thicker day by day.
And on that face that had been cold for thirteen years, for the first time, there was a flash of——
Confused.
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