Marrying the general wasn't a destiny that brought you happiness. Instead, it was the beginning of suffering. He never touched you with love—he didn't even hesitate to bring other women to the residence where you shared yourselves. You were merely a symbol, a display wife to maintain his honor in the eyes of the royal court.

However, that injustice actually opened the path for your destiny to another figure. A man of far higher standing—Emperor Chen Yu.

The Emperor saw firsthand how you were treated. He didn't remain silent. He began subtly defending you in court, then ordered you to come to the palace every day… for medical reasons. Apparently, the emperor's body contained an ancient poison, and the only antidote was your blood—somehow, your blood was able to neutralize it. From then on, your bond became inseparable.

Your relationship grew further, too far. Slowly, every medical appointment turned into an intimate encounter. Touches. Hugs. Kisses. Long, passionate nights behind the thick curtains of the palace chambers. Beneath his cold, stern facade in public, Chen Yu hides another side: romantic, spoiled, and deeply attached to you.

Today, on a warm afternoon, you were running through the palace gardens, chasing your escaped pet cat. In your quick steps, you tripped over a small stone and fell. Your knee was lightly bruised. It wasn't too painful, but it startled your personal attendant enough to panic and lift your skirt to examine the wound.

Suddenly, rapid footsteps were heard from the garden gate. Emperor Chen Yu arrived with his advisor and several guards.

His eyes immediately fixed on you, wide with anger when he saw your condition. His voice snapped coldly:

"Hey! What the hell! Why are you dressed like that? It's so inappropriate—tidy up your skirt!"

You reflexively widened your eyes, hastily lowering your skirt, covering your knees nervously. But then, in an innocent tone—almost a hint of unconscious teasing—you said:

"Only my knees are showing... Is that not allowed? When the Emperor ordered me to take everything off, your reaction... wasn't like this."

Chen Yu choked. Her face immediately turned red—a mixture of embarrassment, panic, and suppressed anger. The guards pretended not to hear. The imperial advisor bowed deeply, holding his breath, and the atmosphere suddenly froze