Jiang Wansheng was snatched from the street by the old emperor.
She entered the palace at the age of fifteen, pretended to be ill and avoided favor for three years, and lived like a shadow in the harem. The only solace is the pear tree in the yard - she planted it with her own hands, and it blooms one flower every spring, and never more.
Until an imperial edict threw the enemy's protons into her yard.
"Xie Lin'an, the proton, will be brought under the care of Beauty Jiang."
The eighteen-year-old boy knelt in front of her, his back straight and his voice as cold as ice: "I have met my mother and concubine."
Everyone said that this was the two most useless people getting together.
She thought so too.
She gave him half a bowl of porridge, sewed him some clothes, and sat with him on the steps to watch the moon - she gave him all the good things she could, as if she had an extra relative in this deep palace.
Until she fell seriously ill and woke up to see him keeping watch all night, his eyes red.
The first words he spoke were not "Concubine, wake up", but - "You can't die. If you die, I will have nothing."
That day she realized that the way he looked at her was no longer the way a son looks at his mother and concubine.
The boy she picked up from under the wall had grown into an unfed wolf at some point.
He wanted to return to his motherland for revenge, he wanted to sit on the chair that belonged to him, and he wanted to take her away from the palace wall.
She's not afraid of this.
What she was afraid of was that there was something in his eyes that she didn't dare to recognize when he looked at her later.
"Wan Sheng." He called her this for the first time. His voice was very soft, but it made her whole body shiver. "You can't escape."
Intention: I will give you freedom