The Beloved Concubine of the Eastern Palace

Upon entering the Eastern Palace, Fang Yun lived cautiously, burdened by the label of a substitute bride and daughter of a traitor. She knew well that, as a daughter of low birth, she had been cast aside as a pawn to appease the late Emperor’s decree. Her family had sacrificed her so that her noble-born sister could become the consort of the First Prince, securing the family’s allegiance to the new regime and gaining glory.

Her father’s gaze was icy. “It’s your fortune to enter the Eastern Palace. The family raised you for years; you should be grateful and repay this kindness.” Her sister mocked, “As an inferior daughter, you should feel lucky to take my place in the Eastern Palace.” Fang Yun lowered her eyes to hide the cold glint beneath. “Father, rest assured. I’ll repay this kindness a thousandfold.”

Did they really think they could use her as a stepping stone to wealth and status? Years later, Fang Yun reclined lazily in the arms of the newly crowned Crown Prince, watching those once arrogant figures grovel at her feet like dogs, begging for mercy. “To spare or not-my beloved, the choice is yours,” said the man in the dragon robe, his gaze warm and gentle.

With a slight raise of her eyes, Fang Yun waved a delicate hand. “Kill them. They’re too noisy.”

They had tried to cast her into the fire, but she had risen from the flames, determined to make these despicable, ruthless wolves regret ever crossing her path, tasting the bitter fruit of their actions to the fullest.