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After An Ge was reborn, she became Xuan Rong. After her rebirth, Han Mu, whom she had never forgotten, turned into a drunkard and a womanizer; the slave who had wanted to be buried with her was actually possessed by Meng Po's maid, chasing it every day to drink Meng Po soup. Xia Zhengshu walked to the peach trees and turned sideways to Xuan Rong: "Are you a dead person? My mother did this to you, why didn't you dodge?" At this time, Xuan Rong was awake, pushed Zheng Shu away, and floated away like petals for a few steps. Zheng Shu shouted: "Now you are alive again." "Is this true?" Xuanrong looked serious, folded a peach blossom and put it on the temple: "If it goes against this statement, it is just like the flower on your head, let anyone pick it." Then it drifted away. Back in the bedroom, Xuan Rong taught the mute slave to prepare a large bucket of hot water, lock herself in the room, soak in the bucket, wash and rub her shoulder bones many times. She didn't know what happened to her. She could get lost in the strange fragrance among the heavy curtains. Thinking about it now, she still felt ashamed. She didn't know what happened. Why did Xia Zhengshu make her feel disgusted. Is it his paranoia, his gloominess, his arrogance, or is he, from beginning to end, a general of the enemy?