Zhuang Yiran was originally a merchant girl, but she ignorantly became the first private concubine of Emperor Jianming.
They took the script of Wan Wan Lei Qing. Everyone was waiting for her to die, but she was protected by Bai Yueguang himself.
By accident, he got involved in clan fights and imperial power struggles. He touched the bones under the red tent and listened to the cry of a baby on a sharp knife.
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Palace Instruction No. 1: You cannot sit in a sedan chair.
I was silent, and then asked: "There is no soft sedan... Is there a hard sedan?"
The little palace maid looked up at me as if I were a fool.
I sighed, maybe the slender waists of the women in the palace are also due to walking.
It's strange, they all think I deserve to die.
But I am alive.
When I feel sad, I write: Auntie, Auntie, I am a noble person. The next level up a noble person is a concubine, and a concubine can sit in a sedan chair. When I become a noble concubine, I will take you into the palace and sit on my sedan chair.
The moment the tip of the knife pierced my flesh and blood, strong hatred surged through my veins in an endless stream. I was shocked to realize that I had so much hatred, as passionate as a burning flame. I finally allowed myself to hate and vent freely. I finally felt that I was no longer a thin horse or a tool. I finally killed my chess player.
My father, who was sitting under the shade of a tree in the courtyard of Huai'an City and watching me play shuttlecock, never thought that he would kill someone one day.
My name is Zhuang Yiran, and I am the first private concubine since Emperor Jianming ascended the throne.
There's no going back.
Intent: Feminism, the struggle for rights depends on life, there is no winner