Du Feiwei was pure and obedient throughout her life, respecting her uncles and aunts, and never cried even when she was wronged. However, when she was eighteen years old, she was sent in a sedan chair to an old man in the Ministry of Civil Affairs to be her second wife. In less than two years, she was tortured until she died.
Before she died, she thought of her tall and tall father, her grandmother who protected her, the night banquet at Fengde Palace when she was seven years old, and the noble and innocent young master.
He said to himself who was trapped in the quagmire: "Since there is hatred, why don't you raise the knife?"
Unusually, cruel and ruthless.
It wasn't until her death that she realized that she was just the cannon fodder female supporting character in a heart-throb novel. The result would be the same no matter whether she struggled or not.
Du Fei didn't believe it.
Later, Du Feiwei really lived a new life, and she wanted to pick up the knife and seek justice for everyone.
"When I was studying, my teacher once taught us that the people born from heaven must be benevolent, righteous, propriety and wise. The imperial censors remonstrated with the kings and would rather die than destroy the reputation of loyal ministers and martyrs. But what if the heaven and the earth are unkind and regard all things as rotten dogs? What if everyone talks about gold and accumulates gold and destroys bones?
Then I might as well split the world open, tear off the hypocritical painting, and let Lang Lang no longer have any evil intentions in the daytime! "
[Cruel, ruthless, aloof and self-sufficient, Bai Qiehei·Young Master]
·Generally speaking, it is a story about eradicating evil and supporting justice~
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·This is my first time writing for a newcomer. Thank you for your support. I will read the comments carefully and listen carefully if you have any opinions. Your attention is my biggest motivation ~
2024/4/4
Intention: The haze of history will not always hang over us.
