An Lingrong died in the astringent taste of bitter almonds. When he opened his eyes again, he was back before entering the palace for the draft.
The old tent of Jingzhong Inn was hung low, with only Aunt Xiao by his side, and the road ahead was still the cannibalistic Forbidden City. The difference is that this time, there is another soul in her body.
Lin Zhiwei comes from a later generation, knows medical science, knows self-defense, and also knows some old events in "The Legend of Zhen Huan". But she is not a god, she cannot control her body at will, and she cannot make every decision for An Lingrong. She can see the shadow of the road ahead, but she may not be able to see clearly the darkness of people's hearts.
After reviving his life, An Lingrong no longer rushes to please Zhen Huan, no longer trusts the queen's pity, and no longer trusts his life to a kind word. She was still timid, still afraid, and still from a humble background, but she began to learn to turn her bow into discretion and her softness into a scabbard.
The draft, entering the palace, fighting for favor, spices, old grudges, everything will happen again.
Only this time, An Lingrong wanted to live.
I also want to choose a path myself.
