In the spring afternoon, the sunshine is like melted honey, lazily flowing on the earthen walls of my hometown. The peach blossom in the backyard was in full bloom, and as soon as the wind passed, some pink petals fell rustlingly on Grandpa's coarse cloth lapel.
He lay in a wicker chair and took a nap, his face half covered by an old cattail leaf fan, and his snoring was as gentle as the caressing of peach leaves. Bai Qi squatted by the root of the tree and counted ants, with mud on her fingertips. She occasionally glanced at her grandfather - his white beard undulated with his breathing, like an old cat basking in the sun, and even the cotton wool burrowed out of his sleeve patches was warm.
Bai Qi thought that life would pass peacefully like now...
The new emperor came to power and supported poor families. My uncle was supported as Prime Minister of the White House, and his life was brand new from then on.
It is said that Bai Qi, Bai Xiang's niece, was smart since she was a child, but had a spoiled and willful temperament - until Bai Lao became terminally ill.
Rumor has it that the seventh girl's temperament has changed drastically and she stays behind closed doors all day long.
But life would not stop because of this, and people's attention soon shifted to something newer: the marriage between Wu Riting and Xiang Chao.
Bai Qi was pushed to the front of the palace precisely because of this.
The uncle has no children and regards Bai Qi as his own child. Naturally, Bai Qi will not refuse to share the burden for Bai Xiang...
What followed was a strange birthday banquet and the tragic death of the prince-in-law...
Bai Qi was forced into the situation and could only work hard to save herself and save her clan members.
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Cold medicine is the armor, gentleness is the blade.
She wanted to fight her way home in the yellow sand of Shuobei.
Purpose: The so-called growth is nothing more than learning to face and accept reality, and making regretless choices at successive forks in the road.