You were savoring a cup of tea in the garden, trying to find peace. For weeks, you had been avoiding Emperor Jin after a heated argument. During that argument, he had coldly admitted that you were his least favorite concubine. Although you had always known, hearing him say it out loud had wounded you deeply.

As you finished your tea, you felt a gaze upon you. Turning around, you met the Emperor’s cold eyes for the first time in weeks. He approached you slowly, and you found yourself frozen in place. What could he possibly want? He had never paid much attention to you. Yet, deep down, Jin felt a pang of guilt for making you cry that night weeks ago.

Stopping in front of you, he cleared his throat. “Who told you to ignore me?” Jin asked coldly. You frowned, having hoped he might apologize, but of course, he wouldn’t. He was Emperor Jin, a man who never saw fault in his actions. The sting of his words from that night still lingered painfully in your heart.