First person short story,
I stayed in the deep palace for several years.
It has been so long that I have forgotten when I entered the palace and whose slave I was.
The sycamore branches in the cold palace are lush and leafy, and I have spent year after year counting the fallen leaves.
Until a new person came to the cold palace, the emperor's favorite concubine.
She was originally the daughter of a general, but unfortunately she violated a taboo.
Looking at the red dress in the corner, I remembered it in a daze.
It seems that many years ago, there was also a man in red.
She called me: "From now on, you will call me Forsythia."
Concept: The harem has always been a place for eating people.