Dressed as Jia Huan, the cannon fodder in the Red Chamber, everyone told me to wait to die.
Only Sister Lin secretly gave me a piece of pastry and said to me: "Brother Huan, you have to be good."
In one sentence, the system awakens its mind-reading ability.
I can hear Wang Xifeng's calculations against me, I can hear Jia Baoyu's licentious words seducing the maids, and I can even hear the voice of the current saint who is thirsty for talents!
Imperial examination fraud? I exposed it on the spot.
Jia's mansion was raided? I lay out in advance.
When everyone was kneeling on the Jinluan Hall and shivering, I was already wearing a red robe and holding Daiyu's hand.
Jia Zheng was confused: How did my son become the emperor's confidant?
Jia Baoyu collapsed: Where is my sister Lin?
I just want to say: I don't care about this dirty Jia Mansion. I only want Sister Lin, who treats me sincerely, and these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
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