Yue Huibai, who had been bullied with cold eyes since childhood, disappeared. When Yue Huibai opened his eyes, what he saw was not the carved railings of Zhulou, not the flowery streets and brocaded alleys, but a woman's embroidered shoes.
Survival is not easy, Xiaobai sighed. Yes, this time, she lived a miserable life again. Her aunt disliked her, her sisters suppressed her, and her servants didn't take her seriously.
Fool Qibao encouraged her, you have to work hard, you have to struggle, you have to change everything, if you do it again, you have to change everything and be admired.
Huibai leaned on the soft pillow and took a sip of the hot tea: "I think it's pretty good now." He sighed in his heart, people are easy to be dissatisfied, but they don't know that contentment and constant happiness are blessings.
Mother Yue Fuxiao touched her head: "My child, you are a waste of martial arts training." "Oh."
The eldest sister pulled her fiance: "Xiao Bai, please help us." "Oh."
Shen Gu looked at her condescendingly: "You are a stupid kid, but you are worthy of marrying into the royal family." "Oh."
Princess Diaoman kicked her in the face, "You idiot, you dare to block my princess's way." "It hurts a little."
