In the previous life, my sister Shen Zhiwei entered the palace as a concubine, but she ended up with a glass of poisonous wine, withered bones and a cold kiln.
As for me, Shen Yuwei, as a younger sister, I was forced to marry on my sister's behalf and was tortured to death by that dude.
Open your eyes again and go back to the seven days before the draft.
My sister cried and begged me: "Yuwei, that's a place where people are eaten."
I held her hand and smiled crazily: "Sister, you go find that gentle and jade-like Sixth Prince and elope. I will deal with that ninety-five supreme prince in the palace."
After entering the palace, I neither respected Buddha nor worshiped gods. When I was riding on the shooting range, I was stunned by an arrow, which made the queen blow my beard and glare.
The emperor blocked me in the imperial garden: "Shen Yuwei, what kind of monster are you?"
I raised my eyebrows: "Your Majesty doesn't like obedient puppets, so I will be the one to tear up the script."
Later, my sister and her sweetheart wandered around the world, enjoying themselves in the world.
But that arrogant emperor begged me with red eyes: "Awei, in this world of thousands of miles, can you look back at me?"
In this life, I will only be the cinnabar mole in the emperor's heart that cannot be removed or forgotten.
