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I was reborn in the body of a maid whom I beat to death when I was seventeen years old.
In my previous life, I was stupid, stupid, arrogant, domineering and vicious.
This was the verdict my prince, my good brother, gave me when I died, looking askance at my pale face.
Stupid, I admit.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have let this bitch who should have been destroyed long ago step on my face and climb up.
I admit it's vicious.
Otherwise, because the prince's brother looked at this maid's good face twice, he would not have found a way to make a mistake for her and let her sink into the pond.
I was pushed to the ground by the strong woman, and my face was deformed by the squeeze. I turned my head with difficulty and glanced at the sky.
If I remember correctly, the seventeen-year-old me in this life will come over soon, sit by the lake, enjoy the breeze, drink tea and enjoy the execution.
I didn't struggle anymore and waited quietly for a while. Sure enough, she came over, but she looked a little strange.
I didn't pay attention and concentrated on preparing the draft.
No one knows her better than me. For this stupid girl who is obsessed with that bitch, it doesn't take three words to get her to let me go.
"Miss, this bitch didn't even look at you. How about we scratch her eyes out first to see if she still dares not to take you seriously?"
I sneered in my heart, like a stupid pig who flatters me and bullies me. In my previous life, I saw me turn around and go to the imperial concubine's sect, only to be fished out of the well within two days.
My mother-in-law pinched my face hard and turned it around, waiting for the seventeen-year-old me to express my hatred by swiping my eyes.
I closed my eyes and contemplated for a moment. The draft I had already prepared was about to be spoken when I was interrupted by the girl's hesitant voice.
"Must... Must be killed?"
I opened my eyes.
Her face was full of embarrassment, and she tilted her head slightly to the left, as if she was talking to something in the void: "Abetting murder is punishable by a prison sentence of more than three years..."
*The third person of the text
Concept: Everyone is the protagonist of their own life
