As soon as he opened his eyes, Su Qingci was reborn again.
She was the eldest daughter of the Minister of Rites of the current dynasty. With the memories of her previous three lives, she was ready to fight to the death with her concubine Su Qingwan again.
According to the established plot, in a few days, she and Su Qingwan would be accused of marrying to the prince at the concubine selection banquet.
"My heart is so tired." She looked at the complicated carvings on the top of the bed and muttered to herself, "I don't want to fight anymore."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and found her concubine Su Qingwan squatting beside her bed, holding a small notebook in her hand, her face full of seriousness.
"Sister." Su Qingwan looked at her with an extremely serious tone, "Let's just fight in the palace and not fight in the house, how about that?"
Su Qingci was stunned, her mind filled with questions.
"After entering the palace, we will work together to survive to the finale!" Su Qingwan added eagerly.
Su Qingci was silent for a moment, then gritted her teeth and uttered one word: "Okay!"
