Dressed as Xia Dongchun, the cannon fodder in "The Legend of Zhen Huan" who couldn't survive three episodes, I embroidered a "don't die" purse overnight and hung it around my waist. I just wanted to keep my tail between my legs and survive until the finale.
But who can tell me why the portrait of Queen Chunyuan looks exactly like me?
Concubine Hua stared at me and sneered every day, the queen sent people to "give gifts" every night, and the sisters who entered the palace at the same time fell out one after another. I desperately wanted to be transparent, but the emperor kept turning over my sign every day, holding my chin and saying, "Pretend, keep pretending."
His legs went weak and he fell to his knees: "I am really not your dead ex-wife!"
She wanted to survive, but instead she became the number one target of the entire harem. He wanted to stay away, but was dragged into the center of the storm by the emperor. In the third month of reading, I realized that in the harem, if you don't seek death, you will die. It's better to live a good life.
