After Rebirth, I Kicked the Tyrant and Became the Group Favorite

Waking up in a pool of blood, Jiang Wan clutched her past life that was crushed by the Marquis's sedan chair. In this life, her apricot eyes were quenched with ice, and sweet dates and arsenic were wrapped into a gentle smile - the rouge handed over by the concubine became the old lady's sore medicine, and the third prince's life-threatening knife was hidden under the ambiguous care of the imperial family. Until she pushed open the firewood shed on a snowy night and bumped into the down-and-out scholar who would bring blood to the court in the future, feeding the last half bowl of thin porridge to the young child. The broken page in Lu Chen's hand was still wet with the warmth of her fingertips. The clues to the family's injustice were as clear as the businesswoman's scheme. On the day when her qualifications for the imperial examination were revoked, he held her neck against Zhu Qiang and said, "Don't play the wrong chess piece that Madam wants." However, when she was mumbling with a high fever, he heard clearly the words "Don't die for me like in the previous life." When the wedding dress flew around in the fire, two scarred chests shook at the same time. It turns out that under the acacia tree in front of the grave, twins had already planted the poison of salvation for each other.