In the last life, Jiang Mingyue drank the rock sugar snow pear stewed by her concubine, and fell into a pool of blood with her intestines pierced and torn.
Her father said outside the door: "It doesn't matter, let Mingzhu get on the sedan for her."
Only the seventh prince Wen Tingyu, the idle prince who was called "the most useless" by the whole court, built a tomb in her honor after her death.
Reborn on the eve of her wedding, the eighteen-year-old Jiang Mingyue opened her eyes. The first thing she did was not to cry or run away, but to dig out three old books hidden in the secret room:
My mother's Su's business has been swallowed up for twenty-three years - it's iron.
The evidence that Meng Jing'an had an affair with the abbot of Ciyun Temple and gave birth to a daughter is the blade.
The evidence of my father's crime of embezzling 340,000 river dollars was fire.
She put the three things in her arms, put a yellow flower on the mirror, and knocked on the side door of the Seventh Prince's Mansion.
"Your Highness, I have brought three deals, one for the crown prince's position, one for the prince's palace, and one." She raised her eyes, looking through the cold mist of the autumn night, and landed on the extremely secretive five-clawed dragon pattern on his shoulder.
"On the day you ascend the throne, let me pour a glass of wine with my own hands in Hanyuan Hall."
Everyone knows that the eldest lady of Yongninghou Mansion is meek and timid, a soft jade that can be manipulated by others.
No one knew that she sharpened the knife on the first night after she was reborn.
In this life, she will not be a bride waiting to be slaughtered, nor a dead soul in poisonous wine.
