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Ge Xi sat on a couch with golden nanmu carved with lotus pictures and stared blankly at the sky. She was like a frog at the bottom of a well, surrounded by high palace walls. The flowing clouds in the sky transformed into various shapes with the wind, just like the ups and downs of her life. Ge Xi stretched out her withered hands, trying to pull down the gorgeous camellias blooming in the glass basin next to the chair. As soon as she stretched out her hands, she put them down dejectedly. Her life was like the flowers that were picked too early, withered and withered early. If there was an afterlife, she hoped to stay away from fighting and become a commoner, living a hard and simple life.