Shen Qingwu opened his eyes for the third time and returned to the day when the Prime Minister's Mansion took her back.
The fake daughter's eyes were still full of tears, her parents were still partial to her, and everyone was waiting to see how she, the "real daughter of the country," would make a fool of herself and be trampled into the mud.
——They don't know that she has performed this play twice.
The first time, she swallowed her anger and was poisoned to death in the woodshed.
The second time, she fought back and was buried in a cold pond.
In this life, she lowered her eyes to hide the cold edge in her eyes, and smiled meekly at the fake daughter: "How dare I fight for everything that my sister has?"
Turning around, under the spotlight of the palace banquet, he "accidentally" poured scalding tea on the corner of the robe of the powerful, violent and murderous regent who hated the proximity of women.
The whole house was silent, waiting for her blood to be splattered on the spot.
But she saw the man in black clothes brushing aside the guards, leaning down in front of everyone, holding her cold and trembling hand, and using the gold-embroidered cuffs to wipe off the water stains on her fingertips bit by bit.
His voice was low and hoarse, only she could hear:
"The third time."
"This time, when you've had enough fun, go home with me."
