"How could the emperor not love me..."
"A bitch is just hypocritical, so who does Zhen Huan mean to her..."
"Your Majesty, you have caused Shilan so much pain..."
Fragmented scenes were superimposed and reappeared. Nian Shilan's clothes were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his body sticky. Songzhi called softly: "What's wrong with you, my queen? Wake up, my queen..."
When she opened her eyes, the room was filled with candlelight and the brocade quilt was cool and silky, making her suddenly unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.
"Songzhi, I am not dead yet?"
"My dear, what are you talking about? You must be having a nightmare. Tomorrow is the big day for the talent show girls. You should have a good rest tonight."
"Draft girl? Does that bitch Zhen Huan know?"
"I've never heard of the name Zhen Huan. I've prepared some water. Your Majesty, please take a bath first before going to bed."
Nian Shilan became more awake after the warm water was poured on her body. That day, I was so angry that I hit a wall and died. Maybe God saw me as pitiful and gave me another chance to start over. I never believed in ghosts and gods before, but now I have to believe it a little bit.
In her last life, she lost because of her sincerity. In this life, she wants to hold her life in her own hands.
Purpose: Rebirth and revenge