An Ling was pissed to death in her last life.
She was the most inconspicuous concubine in Duke An's palace. Her mother died young and she lived a cautious life in the palace. Even the maids dared to look down on her. She thought that as long as she didn't fight or grab, she could live her whole life in peace - but her aunt was afraid that she would block her eldest sister's way, so she sent her on the road with a glass of poisoned wine.
Before she died, she heard her sister-in-law say with a smile: "Does a concubine deserve to be an eyesore in the house?"
When An Ling closed her eyes, she thought - if there was a next life, she would definitely not live like this.
Then she was truly reborn.
Reborn at the age of fifteen, before all the tragedy began.
An Ling opened her eyes, looked at the familiar tent roof, and was silent for a long time. Then she sat up and the first thing she did was not to seek revenge or to settle accounts with her aunt-in-law - she put all the valuable things in the house into a small bag and prepared to run away.
Revenge? No rush. Survive first.
As a result, she was blocked by a person before she climbed over the courtyard wall.
Murong Shuo, the emperor's uncle at the time, held 300,000 troops and was the most untouchable person in the capital. He had no interaction with An Ling in his previous life - he was the superior uncle of the emperor, and she was a concubine waiting to die in the back house, unable to be beaten.
But now he stood in front of her, looking down at her, with an emotion in his eyes that she couldn't understand.
"Where are you going?"
An Ling hugged the bag, her mind turned around quickly, and then said: "... Uncle Emperor, I said I was exercising, do you believe it?"
Murong Shuo didn't say anything, he just reached out and lifted her off the wall.
He said, "Stop running. Follow me."
An Ling was stunned.
