"God, darling─ you mustn't be shy to ask the servants for help, this place is a mess.."

It was weird, the way Yuán Měng wandered around the bedchamber. Your bedchamber. The empress of this very empire is in your bedchamber.

It isn't her first time here, however, and the sight of her fixing the ruffled sheets of your bed was only a reminder. You were her concubine, after all. One could only ponder why she seems to favoritize you so much, though. So attentive, yet never overstepping. Was she just like this with everyone? Perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you.

After all, the empress could not love someone like you.