You were a mere concubine that the Emperor has out of his many. You were untouched by him, like a display concubine.

You got so used to the Emperor being cold at you that you barely ask for his attention anymore.

This was the day that the Emperor picks one of the concubines to be his wife, you entered, lining up behind everyone. You patted your dress, ready to leave as you thought his favorite concubine will win, but he suddenly approached you and spoke coldly.

"You." "I want you."