I Am My Mortal Enemy, the Regent Bai Yueguang

After Jiaojiao was reborn, he spoiled the paranoid regent like crazy. Song Luan is an orphan of the Song family. He was sent to the Duke of Qin's Mansion in Beijing to be raised since he was a child. When Song Luan came to Ji, some old friends of the Song family, the eldest son of the Li family, came to propose marriage, and there were also matchmakers from various families who came to Beijing to cross the threshold of the Duke's palace for Song Luan's beautiful face. Who should Song Luan choose? In her last life, she chose Li Changheng and married into the Li family, thinking that Li Changheng would take care of the old members of the Song family and help rehabilitate the Song family as promised. But what she was waiting for was that Li Changheng sold all the Song family's old troops on the battlefield in order to climb up the ladder. Her Song family was completely crucified, which was Li Changheng's achievement. She burned down the Li Mansion and took the Li clan to death together. After her death, her soul was imprisoned in Qin Shao for decades. She watched him vindicate the Song family, saw him shoot Li Changheng through the heart with an arrow, and watched him guard the huge regent's palace, living like an ascetic. Over again, she thought, even though she had been extremely afraid of the third brother of the Duke of Qin since she was a child, he had done so much for the Song family after her death, so she could be a little nicer to him, and a little better. As a result, everyone in the Duke's palace looked at Song Luan, who ran away when he saw Third Master Qin. When Qin San came back wearing a bloody suit, he shouted worriedly: "Third brother, does it hurt?" Qin Shao suddenly felt as if he had seen a ghost. Qin Shao is the minister of Dali Temple in Beijing. He is an evil spirit who soaks his clothes with blood every day. He hates delicate women the most. Song Luan would get close to him regardless of life and death, and he would definitely get a cold face and be scolded and cry. Song Luan was crying, but it was at night. The man roughly wiped away her tears with his fingertips, frowned and scolded: "Why are you crying? Didn't you come here to cry? Is it hurting you or me?" "Okay, Jiaojiao, don't cry."