My father gave me a name, a title, and a title.
Let me enjoy sorrow and die for him as a slave.
Doubt and betrayal were born. They always deceived me, and then threatened me and weaved a cage for me.
I got in obediently like an animal and squatted quietly.
Who calls me a princess, a noble concubine, a container and plaything, and a short-lived ghost whose life is locked.
God gave me a thin body and told me to die.
I answered the question, and it was like a glass of poisonous wine went to the West.
But before he died, he was born again.
Run...
I'm going to run, no matter what the cost.
But I also want to question that aloof king and ask him why he treats me like this.
So I was seriously injured and faked my death, and finally I was able to return to Beijing.
God is kidding me again. A piece of paper sent me back to the land of barren border riots.
Tell me that the emperor's grace is so great that we must not meet him.
I know that I have been deeply poisoned and this life will not last long.
Nothing I ask for or wish for can be obtained, so I can only hate that thief.
I hate that it is unfair and blind, and it laughs at me over and over again, and makes me meet that old friend from the past.
It seems that everything is telling me to forget my past grudges and live an ignoble existence.
But...
Why? Why? ? Why? ? ?
They all forced me! ! ! ! !
Madman!
Crazy.
I want to share the joys and sorrows with them.
I heard my own voice shouting, kill them... Kill them...
Yes...
I should kill my husband, kill my king, kill all the dogs in the world who have betrayed me.
Reading guide:
1: Third person of the text
2: Revenge of political intrigue
3:1v1, there is no sword more loyal than a bamboo horse
4: Strong men and stronger women, past and present life, narration
Crazy batch of killers who love to pretend to be dead and the son of a black family
Rebirth and Revenge + Jianghu Storm + Machiavellian Struggle
Criticizing sick beauties with scheming thoughts and paranoia is a waste of time.
Intention: to realize heaven, Tao and self.
