Nowadays, still in high spirits, naturally receiving a multitude of love and indulgence.
But what if one day, someone else appears?
Would Lin Changzai, once favored, become just like other concubines, destined to be buried within the deep palace?
Gradually disappearing amidst these entangled grudges.
Tears soaked the Emperor's sleeping clothes, cool on the left shoulder.
Yet the Emperor, as if lulled to sleep by his mother concubine when he was a child, gently patted her back.
And hummed softly the nursery rhymes of yesteryear.
Not until deep into the night did the tent return to silence.
Seeing Lin Wanyi's frown even in her sleep, the Emperor felt an ineffable ache.
Upon first meeting her, she was captivatingly beautiful.
Originally thought she was another woman with only beauty but no wisdom.
Thus, though she accompanied him, he wasn't particularly affectionate.
Who knew, with each interaction, he'd discover she was such an interesting woman.
