Scarlet sighed, staring blankly at the ceiling of the bedroom she had just been bought. The room was luxurious, decorated with expensive satin and silk, but she didn't feel any warmth. Instead, a sense of cold and desolation washed over her. She had been sold by her father, a man she once thought was a loving family, to be a concubine in the imperial palace. The price paid was not money, but her future and dignity.

As a concubine, her life would be full of uncertainty and challenges. She had no power, no status, and no allies. Her fate was entirely in the hands of the man she had been forced to marry - the第七皇子, Yinzhen. The rumors about his cold and ruthless nature made her shiver.

The next morning, Scarlet was woken up by a loud knock on the door. She groaned and rolled over, not wanting to get out of bed. However, she knew she couldn't ignore it. With a sigh, she got up and opened the door.

Standing there was a palace maid, holding a tray with breakfast. "Concubine Scarlet, your breakfast is ready," she said politely.