After her rebirth, she did not compete for the emperor's favor, but only burned a wisp of the fragrance of protection.
In her previous life, she was Concubine Yan Su Qingyan, a pale shadow in the emperor's eyes, and her sisters were sacrificed in the palace struggle. The moment she drank the poisonous wine, she only hated herself for trusting Wenrun and mistaking sincerity.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the time when the roster had not been presented and the first meeting had not arrived. The identity of the daughter of the guilty minister remained the same, and the overwhelming hatred was still there, but what she clutched tightly in her palm was no longer the delusion of clinging to her, but the coarse cloth heart-protecting sachet left by her mother.
In this life, Su Qingyan saw clearly:
Xiao Che, the gentle emperor, only had the empty shadow of the early death of the white moonlight in his heart, and his deep love was just a mask of intrigue.
Liu Yanran, the beautiful general's daughter, entered the palace with a family feud and a poisonous fragrance. Every step she took was murderous.
The strict hierarchy and favor of the harem are nothing but silk threads hanging around everyone's neck.
She doesn't want it anymore.
After resurrecting her life, she only wanted one thing: to protect the sisters who died tragically for her in the previous life, and to reverse the bloody ending that had already been written.
