Summary
For sixteen years, I was the Noble Consort’s most devoted lackey—until one day, the emperor suddenly paid me a compliment.
“That maid of yours is rather pleasing to the eye.”
After he left, the Noble Consort reclined on her couch, tipped my chin up with one pale, delicate finger, and asked with a silvery laugh, “Songchun, shall we trade this emperor in for another?”
Thrilled, I pulled the knife I had sharpened long ago from beneath her pillow, because I had been waiting a very, very long time for this day.