Most concubines in the harem were from aristocratic families, so one would think Jiang Xian, the daughter of a mere eighth-rank official, would have a difficult time. But the Imperial Palace seemed to suit her; she looked even more beautiful than before.
The original owner of the body had been pure and naive, a delicate flower tenderly nurtured by her parents. She had been left to wither after being betrayed by that scoundrel. The last time Young Master He saw her, he noticed her cheeks were so sunken she was nothing but skin and bone. The sight made him feel smug, and it solidified his resolve to latch onto someone of higher status.
'Hah. Women. They just can't live without me, can they?'
But Jiang Xian was different.
