In her previous life, she was a queen, but she lost to Zhen Huan and lost her three feet of white silk. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I first entered Prince Yong's Mansion in the 43rd year of Kangxi reign.
This time, Uranala Yixiu smiled gently, but his eyes were icy. Sister Chun Yuan's dance? Concubine Hua's Huanyixiang? Zhen Huan's stunning song? Those who once pushed her into the abyss will be rewritten one by one in this life.
Her Honghui must be alive and her back position must be stable. In this life-and-death situation that was reopened, she worked every step of the way and calculated her heart. When the Phoenix Seal was finally held tightly in her palm, she smiled softly to the world: I am the final dealer in this game.
