She Doesn't Want to Be the Substitute Queen.

On the day I entered the palace, the queen took one look at me and her expression changed. Only later did I realize that my facial features were very similar to those of Concubine Jing who had passed away twenty years ago. The biological mother of today's Holy One. A taboo that cannot be mentioned in the palace. Everyone who looks like her will not live long. Concubine Rong is similar in three ways. After three years in the palace, she is walking on thin ice. And I have six points. The emperor gave me a white magnolia hairpin - it was Concubine Jing's favorite old thing during her lifetime. Concubine De sent a message late at night: "Someone wants you to die." Rong Bin pinched my wrist and said word by word: "This face is both grace and a knife." But they all forgot to ask me one thing - Do I want to be this substitute? Later, I inserted the white magnolia hairpin into my bun. Not for anyone else. It's me, Shen Qingci, who wants to wear it.