The year I turned fifteen, I buried my foster mother and entered the imperial palace.
I became a princess.
They said the late empress had cut me from her womb before setting herself on fire.
That I looked exactly like her.
How could I not?
Fifteen years of going hungry at every meal and swallowing medicine every day had seen to that.
At least all that effort had paid off.
I had finally wormed my way into the palace!