[Rebirth + Palace Fight + Strong Alliance] The imperial concubine who was driven to a dead end by poisoned wine returned to the night of her canonization. This time, she didn't want the back seat, she wanted his life.
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Gu Tingxue died once.
Die under a glass of poisonous wine and a white silk ribbon. When she died, her husband Chu Yuan hugged her biological sister and said, "Finally I don't have to tolerate her anymore."
When I opened my eyes, it was eight years ago.
On a summer night where cicadas were chirping noisily, she knelt in the Weiyang Palace and had just received the imperial edict to confer the title of imperial concubine. Outside the palace gate, Chu Yuan's footsteps came closer and closer, calling her "beloved concubine" gently.
Gu Tingxue lowered her head, swallowed the hatred back into her throat, curved her lips, and showed her first meek smile in her life.
The lifetime gift she wanted to give him was his imperial uncle, Chu Ye, who held 200,000 troops.
Under the moonlight in Furong Pavilion, she found the cold-faced and iron-blooded regent: "Your Highness, it's time for this country to change its owner."
"Why?"
"I know where Chu Yuan will stab him next. You can't win on your own."
Later, Chu Yuan asked madly: "I gave my heart to you, why!"
She pierced the sword and whispered softly: "Because His Majesty's heart is too dirty."
The world changed hands, and she went to the south of the Yangtze River and opened a small wine shop.
One day, the ninety-five-year-old man pushed open the door, took off his crown, and put a private seal into her palm.
"Boss Gu, are you in need of an accountant?"
