My elder legitimate sister drugged me and sent me to the bed of an old eunuch who emptied the night soil for the crown prince. She believed in the idea that everything must be evenly matched: “You’re my rough-serving maid, so naturally you belong with my husband’s personal eunuch.” The old eunuch was cruel and perverted. He tortured me to death, leaving my body mutilated. When I opened my eyes again, I had once more swallowed the drug and stumbled into Zhao Youde’s room in disarray. Who could have guessed that ten months later, I would give birth to a qilin?
