Damn it, didn't I just pick up a son? Wasn't it just that he was punched and fainted? Why did I wake up and travel to this hellish place, still a concubine who is not favored, the king hates me to the core, and the concubines are jealous of each other. Fortunately, my godson is with me again. ． ． ． ． ．
What kind of love will a modern woman be waiting for? ． ． ．