Shang Qianqian died once.
As the rarest lotus clan, she was born as a blue lotus and only had the power of mortal healing. She was bullied in Zhexianze, drained of her breath, and abandoned in the wilderness.
When she opened her eyes again, she became another person - Ren Qianqian, the medicinal concubine of Wumaha who swallowed the king in Zhulangtai, the pure lotus that in the legend carried the rain and dew of the king.
The lotus platform is used as a couch, and a bone whip is added to the body. The original owner had loved that man for thousands of years, so much that he was willing to be drained of all his breath by him, refined into an evil cauldron, and died a miserable death.
Shang Qianqian lay on the cold altar and looked at the whip marks on his body.
Memories of my sister came flooding back: the humble flattery, the unfulfilling look back, the perfunctory praise after receiving pleasure from her body. They are all the same person - Lord Shijun, who is dressed in white and has black hair, is gorgeous and wet, and his color changes when he hears it in the three realms.
But she is no longer Ren Qianqian.
Healing? Can. But asking her to be selfless? Dream.
The first time she refused, she saw the astonishment in those sinister eyes.
The first time she negotiated terms, she saw the white figure's back stiffen.
The first time she saved him, all the soldiers in the palace, she just did it smoothly.
Until she broke into Qianqianfang alone and was besieged until the sea of consciousness was about to shatter - the man blew up the door and scooped her into his arms.
"Idiot," he pointed at her almost naked body after being bitten by the Heart-Eating Crawler. "Get dressed."
Before Shang Qianqian fell into coma, he only had one thought: Lord Shijun, where are you... Acting?
She came to take revenge and live a decent life for Jinglian who had been stupid for a thousand years.
Twin lotuses, twin lives. She thought she was a substitute, but she didn't know that this mistake was a fateful look back.
