There's Something Wrong with This Queen

The moment Du Heng died in the rental house, he never expected that he would kneel on the cold stone floor of the palace, immerse his hands in the biting water, and wash the endless dirty clothes. But what frightened her even more was the gazes falling on her face. The queen's gaze lingered for too long, which was inappropriate. Yi Bin's eyes were cold and venomous, she had clearly known her for a long time. Wan Bin's eyes were meaningful, as if she had seen through a secret that she didn't even know. "Have you noticed that you and the Queen are somewhat similar?" One sentence pushed Du Heng into a deeper whirlpool. She doesn't understand palace fighting or tactics, she only knows how to match clothes and how to burn charcoal to reduce smoke - those small crafts that are not worth mentioning in modern times have become her only bargaining chip to survive. But when she finally crawled out of the icy water in the laundry room and stood in front of the concubines, she understood: This face is her talisman and her talisman.