A glass of poisonous wine penetrated her throat, and Lin Wanqing died at the hands of her husband, the emperor, who had done everything to help her.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the night when I first entered the cold palace at the age of sixteen.
In this life, not only was she reborn with a blood feud, but she also had the ability to spy on people's hearts.
"My dearest lady, this supplement is the most nourishing."
——(The noble concubine's voice: The properties of these medicines conflict with each other, and you will die from coughing up blood in three months)
"Wan'er, I always have you in my heart."
——(The Emperor's voice: The Lin family's military power still needs her line to contain it)
The cowardly talents of the past can no longer hold back.
She drank the poisoned tea with a smile, turned around and fell into the tyrant's arms: "I feel so dizzy..."
She personally sent Sister Bai Lian to the dragon bed, turned around and blinked at the furious imperial concubine: "Sister, do you still like this gift?"
She danced gracefully at the banquet, but the paper in her sleeve fell accurately into the hands of the powerful officials - it was the emperor's knife plotting to cut down the vassal.
It wasn't until the palace changed that year that the rebels pointed their swords at the throne.
Everyone was running away, but Lin Wanqing, dressed in red, climbed onto the tower, held a bow and arrow, and hit the rebel general between the eyebrows with three shots.
In the blood mist, she looked back and smiled softly: "Your Majesty, how well did I perform this scene?"
Later, when the new emperor ascended the throne, he knelt at her feet and trembled: "Wan'er, I will give you half of this country..."
But she lifted his chin with her toes, as if examining an ant:
"Zhao Mingxuan, you see clearly——"
"I never want half."
"That's all."
