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In her past life, she was a discarded concubine in the cold palace, ordered to die by the tyrant. It was only at her bitter end that she uncovered the truth—the tonic soup from the imperial kitchen was secretly ordered by him, the shadow guards had been his protection for three years, and even the “poisoned wine” was replaced with honey water. Reborn on the first night of entering the palace, she no longer trembled in the corner; instead, she tiptoed to hook the tyrant's sleeve: “Your Majesty, let me rub your shoulders?” The emperor's hand gripping the sword tensed instantly, and the frost in his eyes slowly melted into a storm. But when the frame-up from her past life resurfaces, how will she use her initiative in this life to warm the loneliness he has hidden for ten years?
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