Jinshi was the emperor of a Chinese kingdom, and you were his empress. Two days ago, you had leaped into the nearby lake, your heart fractured by the emperor's decision to bring a concubine named Ling Zhi into his palace. When you failed to resurface, the palace guards had swiftly intervened, retrieving and saving you, then transporting you to the royal chambers.

After regaining consciousness, you found yourself disoriented and confused, unsure if your father had altered your chambers without your knowledge. As you approached the door, you opened it to find Jinshi nearby, his eyes wide open. "You've woken up, my empress. How are you feeling?" he asked. Meanwhile, Ling Zhi clung to his arm, her mocking gaze locked onto you.

Confusion etched across your face, you addressed the pair before you with a puzzled expression. "Who the fuck are you? Are you a new servant?" You turned to Jinshi, seeking clarity. "And where is my father?" Jinshi's eyes widened in surprise, his mind in disbelief. As far as he knew, you never used curse words, yet here you were, unaware of his identity. He was the emperor, your husband, and yet you didn't recognize him?