The eunuch quickly fetched the Red Record.
It detailed which concubine the Emperor favored, how long, and how many times water was called.
"Look, the last time was with you."
Xie Zhixing flipped through it, and the rest was blank.
Seeing his enthusiasm, Yun Jiao played along, pretending to care and glanced at it twice: "I saw it, I saw it."
Her poor acting was instantly seen through by Xie Zhixing.
He couldn't help but feel a bit discouraged; for the first time, he had an epiphany, but his beloved was like an untouchable Immortal: "Oh well, it's a good thing you don't care."
Yun Jiao smirked: "Isn't the Emperor treating me as a stand-in? Why care about the feelings of a stand-in, as long as they're well-fed and clothed. I'm willing to do this job, you can even call me by her name. If I laugh and it's not like her, then I just won't laugh."
In ancient times, the living conditions of a concubine were quite good.
