Introduction to the work "In this life, I don't want to be a princess anymore"
The blood stains on the gold-threaded clothes have not yet faded, and the reborn Su Zhaoli has crushed the "Sauvignon Blanc" jade pendant that symbolizes fate. In her previous life, she was the most docile chess piece of the Dingbei Palace. She exchanged half a brocade for a vain promise, but on the gallows she saw clearly that the so-called "Sauvignon Blanc" was nothing more than a chessboard of intrigue stained red with the blood of the Shang Shu Palace. In this life, she took off her soft makeup and hid her sharp edge between her green eyebrows. Using the medical clinic as a shield and the account book as a blade, she vowed to carve a way out for herself and her father in this cannibalistic mansion.
Dingbei King Xiao Yanzhi will always remember that rainy night. The legitimate daughter of Shangshu Mansion, who should have been panicking, was standing under the leaky eaves to change the medicine for a beggar. The dark red medicine stains on the corners of her clothes were more eye-catching than the wedding dress in her previous life. The blood seeping from the old scar on her wrist dripped onto the lotus pattern carved by his own hands - it was the gentle trap he had hidden in the sole of her shoe in his previous life, but now it has become the thorn she drove into his heart. When the residual jade with the word "Zhao" on it collided with the word "Li" on his jade pendant for a moment, the secret words of the palace change ten years ago, the flying tiger pattern on the charred corpses in the suburbs, and the entrustment of his mother and concubine before her death finally set off a storm in his amber pupils.
She is no longer the snow in the palm of his hand, but the game within the game that holds clues about his mother and concubine's relics, his father's account books, and the scorched corpses in mass graves. The aroma of medicine in the hospital was mixed with the blood of intrigue. When she stepped into the west corner door with the medicine box in hand, her skirt embroidered with silver thread and bamboo patterns swept across the moonlight, and also swept away the wavering he had deliberately hidden. He said, "Come back to your home with me to protect your father from death." But she chuckled and asked, "Does the prince want to protect me, or is he afraid that I will shake off your Yu Pei's old clothes?"
