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A bowl of poisonous wine went down her throat, Shen Zhiwei died due to the conspiracy of her husband and sister-in-law, her son drowned in the well, and no one shed tears for her.
When she opened her eyes again, she became Shen Linlang, the most useless concubine of the Shen family - as timid as a mouse and allowed to be manipulated.
Seeing that she was about to be sold by her aunt to a fifty-three-year-old old businessman to fill a house, the whole house was waiting to see her joke.
Little did he know that this docile skin had already lived in someone else's home.
The former enemy was still sitting in the high hall, and she was sharpening her sword, just waiting for the end of the game.
His Highness Prince Su suddenly appeared halfway, with a smile on his lips and a look in her eyes as if he had already understood everything.
"Shen Zhiwei—perhaps I should call you this."
Intention: Let's try new tea with new fire, and make poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.