Three days.
She fell from her exalted position to dust.
Three days.
The second princess Zhixuan actually forgot about the pain of bereavement at the funeral of her father, the emperor and her mother, and pointed the sword at her.
She walked out of the cage-like palace and became a nun.
She rescued the woodcutter who was injured while chopping wood, but unexpectedly fell into another trap.
In such a huge palace, the only close relative left is sister Zhixuan.
But her sister couldn't tolerate her in order to let her heir inherit the throne.
Whatever.
It should have been understood that the royal family has no true feelings.
"I heard that there was a strong wind that night, and the second princess was taken away by an innocent ghost."
"Really? It's really scary."
"Yes, Feng'er, you have to be careful. I heard that all the maids who served the second princess died."
The little maid who looked frightened just now didn't realize that the woman walking beside her was not like a palace maid, and she was as beautiful as anyone in the world.