The Prince's Enemy, the Prince's Concubine

The thing that Lin Wanzhao regretted most in his life was stepping on that pebble at the Spring Banquet. What makes her even more regretful is that when she fell, it was not anyone's arms that helped her, but the soles of Lu Xiao, the prince of the Marquis of Zhenbei. An extremely clear, moss-stained ink cloud-patterned shoe print was imprinted on her newly cut gold flowing cloud woven skirt. Under the silent gaze of all the guests, Lu Xiao retracted his long legs and seriously commented: "The floor is slippery and needs to be repaired." Lin Wanzhao swore that if this revenge was not avenged, her surname would not be Lin! But she didn't expect that the opportunity for revenge would come so quickly—— They met by chance on a moonlit night. She pretended to slip, and the man stepped on her back with precision. Lu Xiao looked at the beauty who was frozen again, and finally realized this time: "You... Do you want me to help you?" Lin Wanzhao took a deep breath and showed a murderous smile: "Your Majesty, next time you step on it, I promise you will never be able to lift your leg again." Later, Lu Xiao really never "supported" her with his feet. He learned to use his hands. But when he was at the palace banquet, in full view of everyone, he picked her up and passed her across the hall—— Lin Wanzhao discovered in despair that she would rather be stepped on.