An Lingrong died on the stone floor of Ganlu Temple, his mouth full of bitter almonds. Sheng Rulan died on a warm bed in a house full of children and grandchildren, with a look of reluctance on her face.
The two women met on the banks of the Wangchuan River and watched each other's lives.
An Lingrong was unwilling to accept it - why can you live your whole life with a silver spoon in your mouth? If it were me, I would play every inch of good cards.
Sheng Rulan was dissatisfied - with this little background, how could he live like that? It's my turn to go and beat ten of them by myself.
Wangchuan's voice said: Then change.
An Lingrong's soul was reincarnated into the Sheng family and became the legitimate daughter Sheng Lingrong. Good clothes, good food, motherly love and ancestral love - things she never dared to dream of in her previous life, she has them all in this life. But her most difficult task was not to play with tea, to mix incense, or to surprise the queen mother with her dance at the palace banquet—it was to learn to believe that there was no poison in the chrysanthemum dew served by her mother, that there was no calculation in the notes sent by her brother, and that her grandmother did not need to reciprocate when she touched her head.
Sheng Rulan's soul reincarnated into Anjia and became An Rulan, the daughter of his wife. The side room leaked, the father was incompetent, and the concubines were rampant - others tolerated it, but she didn't. When he was seven years old, he smashed a casserole to force him to leave his concubine. When he was nine years old, he sued his father in front of Shangguan. If he had no backer, he would become his own backer.
A person who plays good cards becomes a golden weapon. A man who played bad cards into a desperate situation.
Two lives. Two rivers. Different paths lead to the same destination—don't admit defeat.
