After serving as a maid for many years, I was unexpectedly taken to the palace by King Edward Rothschild.

Only then did I realize that he had been obsessed with me for a long time and had kept numerous women who bore a resemblance to me in some way.

When the women saw me, they warmly greeted me.

One of the women exclaimed, "My eyes resemble those of His Majesty's unforgettable lover."

Another added, "My eyebrows resemble hers."

"In what way do you resemble His Majesty's memorable lover?" a woman asked me.

Facing the different looks from the girls, I maintained a calm smile, held my head high, and declared confidently, "I am the true memorable lover."

Before I met Edward outside the palace, I was bought by a man to be a maid.

Not only did he make me work to the bone day, but he also heartlessly gambled away the private money I had struggled to save.

That day, I found that my money was gone, and I, who had always been tolerant, pounced on him and fought with him.

He slapped me and wanted to sell me to a human trafficker.

Initially, I resisted boarding the carriage, so the traffickers resorted to tying my hands and dragging me behind the carriage.

I was rubbed against the ground, my skin tearing and the pain becoming unbearable. However, I remained resolute, refusing to shed a single tear.

As the carriage continued its journey, I suddenly heard the sound of someone in hot pursuit from behind.

"Who the hell is getting in my way!" the coachman cursed.

A man who sounded like a guard shouted, "I'm acting on my master's orders. How dare you defy him!"

With a scream, the human trafficker was whipped out of the carriage.

Master? Who was it?

My body felt like it was about to split apart with pain, and I felt someone quickly come over and pick me up.

He called out in an anxious tone, "Matilda, I'm late.

"Do you still recognize me? I'm Edward Rothschild."

The King's name was indeed Edward Rothschild, and I could confirm his identity by his attire.

Edward brought me back to the palace. More precisely, he carried me in his arms and organized a grand ceremony to welcome my arrival.

The extravagant event garnered significant attention and was met with great fanfare.

The residence he intended for me to stay in was the most opulent house I had ever seen in my entire life.

I had too many wounds on my body. Edward gently laid me on the bed and carefully pulled the blanket to cover my legs. He then reassured me, saying, "Matilda, I have asked someone to cripple the hands of the man who had tormented you. He will never be able to gamble again.

"I know you've suffered a lot since the Johnson family fell. But from now on, with me by your side, and you don't have to fear anything."

He leaned over; the subtle fragrance of his presence enveloped my senses as he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.

In a tender tone, he whispered, "I can finally be with you."

Before I could reply, I heard some noise.

Many gorgeously dressed women came in.

"Come and see! His Majesty has returned with a new woman!" they exclaimed.

Edward's mouth twitched at the corners inexplicably.

As the women scrutinized me, my gaze met theirs. Interestingly, I couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblances that existed between them and myself.

They began to speak.

"His Majesty mentioned that my eyes bear a resemblance to his beloved," one said.

"His Majesty said my eyebrows resemble her," added another.

"How do you resemble His Majesty's memorable lover?" one of them asked me.

Now understanding the situation at hand, I maintained a composed smile and lifted my head with confidence. "I am Matilda Johnson," I announced proudly, "I am the genuine beloved of His Majesty."

The women were stunned and left in embarrassment.

Certainly, with the true beloved of the King having returned, there was no longer any need for others to be involved or present.

During my initial days at the palace, I remained confined to the bed to recover. The maids attending to me were all smart and observant.

Perhaps unsure of my disposition, they would occasionally steal glances at me, discreetly offering flattering remarks. "Your Highness, you're gorgeous. Since your arrival, all other women pale in comparison."

The maid, Jane, handed me the fruit and echoed softly, "Of course, the fake ones cannot compare to the real ones."

Regardless of their remarks, I just asked, "Does His Majesty like to collect women who look like me?"

Jane smiled sweetly and replied, "Yes. Despite His Majesty's relatively brief reign, one thing he has made a point of doing is seeking out women who resemble you from all corners. Initially, we were puzzled about whom His Majesty was obsessed with, but upon meeting you, it became evident to all of us.

"Now that you're in the palace and under His Majesty's protection, your days of suffering are finally over. Things are going to get much better."

I also offered a smile in response. Yes, after enduring so much hardship, happiness had finally arrived.

I was the daughter of Prime Minister Caspian Johnson, who had been unjustly convicted as a result of factional conflicts.

Edward and I met when he was the crown prince.

Love blossomed at first sight.

Unfortunately, our plans for marriage were abruptly halted as Edward became entangled in a power struggle with his brother George Rothschild for the throne.

Tragically, the situation took a turn for the worse when the entire Johnson family was implicated in the conflict. All the men of our family were beheaded, while the women were enslaved and forced into prostitution. I was the sole survivor.

After years of losing hope, I had resigned myself to a bleak fate. Unexpectedly, Edward brought me back.

I didn't want to endure the days of humiliation anymore. Therefore, whenever he requested my company, I willingly accepted without hesitation.

My arrival caused immense dissatisfaction among those substitutes, for they felt they lost their significance.

On a day when I was not required to accompany Edward, I took a stroll towards the goldfish pond. As I approached, I noticed a group gathered in the pavilion, playing cards.

Noticing my approach, someone in the group exclaimed loudly, "It's the busy bee. Do you finally have some free time to wander around today?"

"I always thought only people like us, who rarely get to see His Majesty, come here for some leisure. Your Highness, would you like to join us?"

Perceiving their sarcastic tone, I was aware that they expected me to ignore them in order to uphold my reputation.

However, I surprised them by promptly accepting their invitation. "Alright. Prepare to lose everything."

Seeing how arrogant I was, they rolled up their sleeves, eager to compete with me at the card table.

Smiling, I graciously took a seat at the table.

I played cards a lot when I was a carefree lady in my family.

I defeated them within less than 15 minutes. As a result, all their money and jewelry were given to me and accumulated into a sizable pile, provoking frustrated grimaces from them.

As they voiced their discontent, I raised an eyebrow and replied, "If any of you have the skills to defeat me, then give it your best shot. If anyone can beat me, I will return your jewelry to you."

They agreed, and we competed in football, horse riding, and swimming.

However, despite their best efforts, they were once again defeated in each of these endeavors.

Those substitutes were filled with anguish and collectively admitted their defeat. They pleaded, "Your Highness, we beg for your mercy!"

I didn't take this matter seriously, but to my surprise, Edward cared about it so much.

I took a solitary stroll outside for some time. And upon my return, I saw Edward disciplining those substitutes by spanking them on their hands as a form of punishment.

I quickly took off my coat and approached, inquiring, "What's going on?"

The substitutes all had red palms and tears in their eyes, looking at me for help.

It turned out they tended to target the weak and fear the strong.

So, after witnessing my toughness today, they were no longer hostile to me.

Edward's maid approached me and respectfully uttered, "Your Highness, upon His Majesty's return, he was informed of the offenses committed against you today. So now, he is punishing them."

I let out a gentle laughter and leaned towards Edward, tenderly taking his hand. Then, I gestured for the maid who was punishing them to leave.

Those substitutes also ran away.

I spoke in a reassuring tone to Edward, "Alright, I bear no anger, so why should you hold any?"

He tucked my hair behind my ears and said, "As long as you don't mind. I just worry that they might cause you difficulties."

"Don't worry. They won't," I replied.

That night, under the moonlight, Edward carried me on his back as we strolled together. Playfully, I softly tickled the back of his neck, to which he responded with a gentle smile instead of getting upset.

As the ambiance set a comfortable tone, I casually inquired, "Have the ministers been discussing my background lately?"

It was understandable that people would take notice when a woman from the common people, who had gained favor from the king, suddenly appeared. Such a situation naturally invited attention and intrigue from others.

Those ministers were the first to want to uncover the origins of my humble background.

However, the entire Johnson family was guilty and suspected of treason, so my identity must not be made public.

Edward offered me reassurance, saying, "Do not be afraid. I have the freedom to marry whomever I choose. Why should it concern them? Let them make a fuss for a while, and when I disregard their opinions, they will eventually stop."

I remained silent momentarily before asking, "Edward, do you know how I got here from outside the palace?"

He didn't respond. He never asked about it on his own initiative. I thought he was also avoiding this topic.

I continued. "After my male family members were taken to the execution grounds, the women, including myself, were also forcibly taken away. I didn't see my father's execution firsthand, but while in prison, I overheard people recounting the gruesome scene where blood stained the ground.

"Coming from a life of privilege, I had never thought about being trapped in a dark and dirty place like a prison. However, I endured several months there until eventually being sold.

"My mother and sisters, some of them even died in prison before they were released.

"I had been yearning for your presence, but I understood that you were not someone I could see at will."

As the cold moonlight bathed us, Edward discerned the undercurrent of loneliness in my words. He asked with a solemn tone, "Matilda, you still blame me, right?"

With a composed demeanor, I responded honestly, "If you wish to hear the truth, then yes, I do blame you.

"I was thinking, you always say you love me, but where were you when my family was slandered? Why did you stop contacting me so early?

"You had promised to ensure my well-being and happiness. Do you recall that?"

Edward's body trembled slightly, and his face must appear distressed.

He said, "I'm sorry, Matilda. I promise I won't let you down again in the future."

A smile graced my face as if the previous conversation had never occurred. I delicately pinned a small flower that I had picked onto Edward's temple and requested him to carry me back.

"Alright, don't let that happen again," I said.

I intentionally uttered those words, aiming to inflict pain upon Edward and evoke feelings of guilt, as I suspected that he might have been complicit in the harm inflicted upon my family.

During a period of intense political strife, Edward, who was the crown prince at that time, and his brother George were engaged in a fierce battle for power. Regrettably, my father became one of the victims caught in the crossfire.

While it might have appeared that the late king was responsible for targeting the Johnson family, I held suspicions that Edward might have played a role in those actions as well.

Now that Edward had assumed the throne, rescued me, and kept numerous women resembling me, it indicated that his feelings for Matilda still lingered.

The moment Edward carried me into the palace, I resolved to seize and make the most of this opportunity.

I was determined to clear the name of the Johnson family and reclaim what was owed to us.

Therefore, my primary objective became ensuring that Edward would forever carry a sense of guilt towards me, thus granting me an invincible position within the palace.

Of course, Edward had always been stupid, unaware that my true name was not Matilda and that I was not his beloved at all.