In the eighteenth year of Yonghui's reign in the Dasheng Dynasty, frost fell.
The brocade quilt on the carved bed suddenly rose and fell violently. Sixteen-year-old Su Xiaoli suddenly poked her head out of the quilt. The pearly steps on her temples caught the tassels of the tent, causing her to gasp in pain - this was not the suffocation feeling before being strangled by Bai Ling, but a real splitting headache.
"Young lady is finally awake! Just now you laughed and choked on the almond tea at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, almost scaring Madam to death!" The personal maid Xing'er rushed in with a cup of sobering soup, and the osmanthus in her hair fell with her movements. "Fortunately, His Highness has quick eyesight and quick hands. Your clothes were stained by your vomit when he carried you home..."
Su Xiaoli stared at Xing'er's mouth opening and closing, but the thunder of her previous life exploded in her ears. It was at this banquet in her previous life that she laughed to tears at the cold-faced and warm-hearted Crown Prince Xiao Yanzhi of Dingbei Hou—not because she was moved, but because she heard that he had killed three thousand Huns at the frontier, but she made up the funny scene in her mind of "Prince Xiao holding a human head in his left hand and a wine pot in his right hand", and she laughed so much that she knocked over the tea cup on the spot.
And this smile revealed the beginning of her tragedy.
"Myolie, bring me the mirror." Her voice was hoarse, and her fingertips dug into her palms. The girl in the mirror has a face like a full moon, her eyebrows are naturally slightly raised, and a cinnabar mole under her eyes makes her pear dimples look even more charming. She is none other than Su Xiaoli, who was secretly known as the "Comedian of the Marquis Mansion" by the ladies of the capital in her previous life.
