After reviving her life, An Lingrong realized one thing - her life in the previous life was not worth living at all.
Kneel down and beg for your father, hand a knife to the queen, sing for the emperor, and take out your heart for Zhen Huan.
Who is she after all? It's just a disposable chess piece, a singing bird, and an Oriole concubine who even died silently.
The taste of bitter almonds was still on her tongue, and she thought: If there is an afterlife, I only want one thing - to live for myself.
In this life, she doesn't want sisters, benefactors, or conscience. She only wants the people who love her to live freely, and the people who bear her to live in pain.
Father won't come? Come on your knees. My aunt is bullying my mother? Uprooted. Those people in the harem who stepped on her in her previous life? One by one, they were pulled down from the clouds and fell into the mud.
I would rather let the world down than let the world down.
In this life, An Lingrong only did one thing: live happily for himself.
