Rebirth | Abuse of scum | Machiavellian strategy | Big girl | First person
In my previous life, Lu Jiaheng killed my eight-month-old child with a bowl of ginseng soup.
On the day he ascended the throne, he said: My kingdom is the queen's kingdom.
The moment Bai Ling wrapped around my neck, he whispered in my ear: You are too smart, I don't need a woman smarter than me.
There are three hundred and seventy-two members of the Ye family, and he issued an imperial edict to leave no one behind.
When I opened my eyes again, I was seventeen years old again, the day before I got married.
The face of the person in the mirror is childish, but his eyes look like he crawled out of hell.
I raised my hand, pointed it at the ignorant face in the mirror, and slapped it hard.
Pain. It hurts good.
It doesn't hurt, how can I remember - how I died, how the Ye family died.
In this life, he will not be a wise king, and I will not be a wise concubine.
I want him to return everything he picked up with his own hands, one by one, on his knees.
