She died in the brightly lit reality, and when she opened her eyes again, she became An Lingrong in "The Legend of Zhen Huan" who was destined to go to the abyss.
As soon as he entered the palace, the side hall was as cold as a frost knife. Baojuan next to her was smiling broadly, and there were needles hidden in the records of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. She knew clearly that in the original plot, An Lingrong made one mistake after another, and eventually drove herself to a dead end. But this time, she didn't want to take that road again. She understands people's hearts and rules, and she also understands that "speaking clearly and keeping the evidence" is the strongest talisman in the palace.
But the real difficulty is not the open and secret attacks outside, but the old habits and obsessions left in the body: when good intentions come, the heart first becomes sour; when gentleness comes, the feet want to step back. She pushed back her inferiority again and again, learned to stand firm in the wind, learned to turn grievances into evidence, weakness into sense of proportion, and moved the chosen position little by little to the side where she could choose.
She doesn't ask to change her fate against the will of heaven, she just wants not to be a drag or a mute in the situation between Zhen Huan and Meizhuang; under the sharp edge of Concubine Hua, she just wants not to be an outcast or a joke. She wants to live clearly and decently. One day, when the once timid An Lingrong sees that he can go on like this, maybe he will truly let go, let go of himself, and let go of this life.
