I was once the deposed queen of Leng Gong, and later I was Yun Fengluan, the leader of Tianyuan Sect's swordsmanship.
A thunderstorm knocked me from the world of cultivation back to the cold palace.
There are only three days left, and my father and brother will be executed.
I only have one level of Qi training left, and I can be considered a strongman at best.
But now there are only a son who was kicked by the emperor until he vomited blood and almost died, and the imperial concubine who is eyeing him.
Intention: Continuous self-improvement