My surname is Nangong.

It's a concubine.

His father is the prime minister of Linguo.

It's been a year since I entered the palace.

But he has only seen the emperor once.

On the day of entering the palace. A noble concubine died in Qingnian Palace, saying that her surname was Song, and I entered the palace at noon, and she died at noon.

Listen to the palace maid in my palace say that she died of illness. The palace maids in the palace are idle and get together, most of them are rumors, and I don't care.

I'm the lowest-ranking beauty, and because I died just after entering the palace, I was regarded as ominous by the ladies of the harem. The other palace ladies also walked around me.

This is Chenguo.

Even if my father is an official and prime minister, he can't control this.

Therefore, I have a humble status in this harem.

The ladies of the palace treated me well. Because of my low rank, they are not afraid of me, even if the rules of Chenguo are strict, they dare to sit on an equal footing with me, I mingle with these palace maids and get along well.

But the palace maids and eunuchs in the other Niangniang's palace are not very good to me, and the palace maids in my palace are often excluded by them, although I have a good background, I don't care about these, as long as I live well, as long as I successfully complete what I should do.

At first, when I was told that I was going to marry Chenguo, I was planning to run away from marriage, and I was unwilling to marry the emperor of Chenguo. After all, marrying someone I don't know, I don't even know what he looks like or what his personality is, I don't want to, and, according to folk rumors, there are thousands of beauties in his harem.

However, on the way to escape from marriage, an accident occurred. I was threatened by the Luquan Army with the lives of my parents, so I could only go to Chenguo as a meticulous worker, waiting for the opportunity to kill the emperor.

Helpless, I could only marry Chenguo.

A year passed like this, and the days were fast, but nothing seemed to have happened, and those were, I was too lazy to remember, and I didn't have to.

Until that day, the emperor came, and I was a little surprised.

It was an autumn evening, the weather was a little cool, there were some fallen leaves in the yard, and when the wind blew, it was as beautiful as a painting.

That was the second time he came, the first time was when I had just entered the palace, he was waiting for me in my palace, I didn't understand why he was there, obviously a noble concubine died outside, but he didn't seem to care at all, just smiled at me meaningfully, and left.

Actually, I have memories of 2,000 years later, but I don't know why I'm here, so I can only accept my fate. In later generations, he was called a tyrant, but gradually, I found out that this was not the case.

After he came to me for the second time, he always came to me, and I was bored in the palace, and he would occasionally take me out of the palace to play.

Later, we went through many, many things.

I once thought that I was his only one, and it wasn't until later that I remembered that he was an emperor, he had a harem, and he was my only one, but I was not his only one.

He won't explain too much, all, until death, the misunderstanding between us has not been solved.

I was suicidal.

I used the dagger he gave me, he said, that dagger let me use it for self-defense, I actually, I don't need it, I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, I was locked in a house, every day, there will be a few dead soldiers are put in, I know, only by killing them, I can live, I am only fourteen or fifteen years old, my hands are full of blood, but, because the dagger was given by him, I did not shirk, but full of joy.

But neither I nor him expected that in the end, I would die from this dagger.

Tell me my story.