The emperor loves to recite poetry, but I am the most talented woman in the capital. I thought it would be easy for me to enter the palace. But the one made by the daughter of a wealthy family in the draft was exactly the same as mine. He even presented evidence to accuse me of being jealous of her for stealing her poems. The emperor was furious and ordered the execution of all nine of our clans. My father and I were tortured to death. The daughter of a noble family was so talented and talented that the emperor valued her, and she became a noble concubine and was favored all over the world. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the time when the show girls were competing. I looked at the proud daughter of a wealthy family. He sneered, you like to copy good poems, right? The emperor's poems are much better than mine...
