My mother said, I was born to be a queen.
When I was thirteen years old, three years after the new emperor ascended the throne, my mother sent me to the palace as she wished.
The talent show lasted for three months, and one show after another came out. Unsurprisingly, I stood out. The Queen Mother personally decreed that I could be crowned Queen.
Even though I didn't meet the standard in body shape during the primary election, and I mistakenly tasted the emperor's taste during the promotion, burned the donkey-hide gelatin soup, knocked over the sweet white glaze vase, broke three strings of the piano, and sprained my ankle, I still successfully won the first prize and became the master of the middle palace.
However, this kind of favoritism and fraud not only offends other beautiful ladies and concubines, but even the emperor doesn't want to see me.
Except on election day...
