Fragrant Soul Mistake: an Lingrong

She thought her life was finally over. When he opened his eyes again, he was back on the eve of the palace draft. In her last life, she was as humble as dust and dared not express her love. In the end, she was reduced to a chess piece, and her three feet of white silk ended up ruining her remaining life. In this life, An Lingrong looked at the timid face in the mirror and sneered silently. She met Wan Changzai in advance, who was destined to be the favored one. She smiled gently and humbly, and personally presented the delicately embroidered sachet. The Sixth Palace only said that Concubine Yu made the fragrance so good that the Sacred Heart only comforted her. Little do they know that the lingering fragrance can corrode bones and can also kill people invisible. While the emperor was intoxicated by the fragrance around her neck, she was meekly lowering her eyes, calculating which palace the next "spice" should be sent to. When all the old enemies were in a dream-like madness in the fragrance and overturned one after another, An Lingrong leaned on the tall building alone, caressing his slightly swollen belly, and looked at the top of the nine-layered palace—— This time, she wanted to wash away the blood and sin beside the phoenix throne with her own hands. It's time for someone else to take the supreme phoenix seat.