I Am Not the King Now

In the twelfth lunar month of the seventeenth year of Yong'an, Shen Qingci died in the cold palace. The coffin was made of thin-skinned pine. The eunuch who carried the coffin took the money and planned to throw her into a mass grave. When she opened her eyes again, she was back before she left the government at the age of sixteen. A kind-hearted aunt, a pitiful concubine, and a father who speaks politely and righteously - in her previous life, she endured it for sixteen years, retreated for sixteen years, gave in for sixteen years, and finally gave it up to the cold palace and the mass grave. This time she wouldn't let anything go. The grandmother left a handwritten letter whose contents were not identified, a secret that had been kept for more than ten years. The Tiyu team from Prince Su's Mansion is already on the road. Her husband from the previous life, the enemy who killed her, and the old friend who knelt in the snow to collect her body appeared one after another. The red sedan rises again, but the road is different. There are flowers and candles in the wedding room, and the blade is in the sleeve. She wants those who climbed to high positions on her blood to fall back into the mud one by one. Come back to the human world for the second spring - in this life, live only for yourself.