I am the dowry maid for the legitimate daughter of the Shen Manor.
Last night, I woke up in the Heir’s bed.
Now, the servants of the entire manor are pointing and whispering at me: “A lowly wench like this deserves to be beaten to death with clubs!”
Shen Yujiao sat regally at the head of the hall. “In that case, let’s just promote her to a Concubine.”
She watched with a smile as I knelt and kowtowed to thank her for her mercy.
Yet, I caught the scent of Hehuan Powder in the air.
That was the very incense I had blended with my own hands for her husband’s use.