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With the memories of her previous life, Wen Ke was reborn as a little princess born of an unfavored concubine in the Qing harem. She was given an outrageous "palace melon-eating system". It was not an auxiliary practice, nor a spatial golden finger. Its only function was to broadcast the court gossip around her in a cheerful tone.
[Ding dong! Attention hosts! Today's headlines: Concubine Hui's cat bit Concubine De's embroidered shoes, which may have triggered a diplomatic crisis in the harem!
[Tips for eating melons: Emperor Kangxi checked out Yifei's brand last night, but he only had a cup of tea. He seemed to be... Worried?
Wen Ke: Wow!
From the moment she was born, her life script was written: gentle and virtuous, grow up and get married, marry far away from the Mongolian grasslands, and become a victim of political marriage.
I can't stand the brainwashing nagging of the palace maids!
Wen Ke lay in the cradle, blinking his big innocent eyes, and sneered thirty thousand times in his heart: Who wants to be respectful and virtuous? Who wants to marry the grassland?
Grassland? It was exposed to wind and sun, and mosquitoes were bigger than flies. When sleeping in a tent at night, my waist hurt even when I turned over! After drinking milk tea for three days, I got angry and got acne, and I rode a horse until I doubted my life—that's it? And let her get married?
Don't be kidding, she is now wearing silk and satin, eating the special milk cakes from the imperial dining room, and even her diapers are soft silk from Jiangnan. She is living a comfortable life, who wants to suffer?
She has so many sons, why don't she choose one or two to get married?
So? Marriage? No need to talk!
Since fate doesn't give you a choice, then rewrite the script yourself!
As a result, the style of harem painting suddenly changed, and a little dumpling wearing a bellyband and carrying baby fat started her "cultivation thigh-hugging plan".
[Host host. This is your brother who was imprisoned for witchcraft]
Yinti:? ? ? ?
[Host host. This is your second brother who was deposed as the crown prince]
Yinreng:? ? ? ?
[Host host. This is your third brother who is so stupid that you are trying to kill him]
Yinzhi:? ? ? ?
[Host host. This is your fourth brother who has the last laugh but is exhausted]
Yinshen:? ? ? ?
Conception: