Shen Ci died once. She clearly remembered the sound of the stick hitting her lower back and the cracking of bones. But she opened her eyes in the sandalwood and was alive again.
Fifteen years old, the third year of entering the palace as a hostage. There were still three days before the poisoning case that would kill her.
Things that she didn't have time to figure out in her previous life, she took half an hour to unravel in this life: what was stuffed in the sleeves of the maid of honor, the five-petal flower food box that she brought into the kitchen when she was young, and the hand that the eunuch handed out with the palm print in his sleeve. The three things pointed to the same person - her aunt Qin. It was not enough for Mrs. Qin to send her to the palace, she also wanted her life.
But when she looked back before she died in her previous life, she saw a figure standing next to Concubine De's bed. His figure was thin and resembled Shen Jing, the palace minister. That was the only person who was nice to her. If she was also in the game, the chessboard was bigger than she thought.
Shen Ci put the "docile" smile back on his face in front of the bronze mirror until the corners of his mouth became sore. Three days, she only had three days, enough to see three things clearly: the snow group cat Shen Shi must go to the kitchen, the eldest palace maid handover every night, and someone tore up an old account book that shouldn't be torn up, which contained the name of her birth mother Xie's family.
A person who shouldn't be in her side hall bumped into her. The sixth prince, Xiao Zhuo, smelled of alcohol, had peach-blossom eyes that never looked at people, and looked like a loser when he smiled. But there was a five-petal flower embroidered on the inside of his coat, which was exactly the same as the pattern on her mother's relics. He had been investigating an old case for seven years, and he was investigating exactly the same thing.
Shen Ci hasn't decided yet whether to trust anyone. But when she opened the door and walked into the daylight, she wanted to understand one thing: in her previous life, she died without grabbing anything. This time, she had to at least figure out how those hands fell.
Not just for revenge. It's also to change the way of life. I want to take my own life into my own hands, live it the way I want, and become my own protagonist.
Purpose: Women can also overturn old cases, legislate new laws, and study and obtain official positions. Under the conspiracy, there are changes in human nature and the system, which can be summarized as "revenge → rehabilitation → reform → opening of schools"