He seemed to be immersed in that fragrance.

　　The more he couldn't have it, the more he wanted it.

　　Moreover, he was already getting tired of the present Noble Consort.

　　It was like in the past, he used to run towards the palace for no reason, but now he felt at ease standing in the Plum Forest and enjoying the breeze.

　　This weariness reached its peak when he saw Cui Fuling.

　　Fine, there's no need for her to beg anymore.

　　He would give her a chance.

　　But Cui Fuling didn't want it.

　　not know what's good for one! Did she really think she was the only one in the harem? How could he value such a plain face!

　　He no longer cared about that figure, still indulging with the concubine as usual.

　　However, on New Year's Eve, after getting drunk, he mistook that person for the concubine.

　　For a brief moment of clarity, he saw the person's panicked expression and thought to himself, "If it's a mistake, then let it be a mistake.

　　Cuī Fúlíng, Cuī Fúlíng, what kind of bewitching potion have you taken?"