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Lying on the cold blue brick floor, Chu Hanyan opened his eyes wide, with a withered face. The wine glass in his hand was knocked to the ground. Before his death, the wind and rain of the first half of his life flashed before his eyes, the disappointment of his grandparents, the fake smile of his aunt, the disgust of his father, the humiliation of his stepmother and sister, and finally the gentle words of the old emperor... Her life has been like grass and duckweed. She entered the palace in a hurry and declined rapidly. She avoided, retreated, and endured. In the end, she was still regarded as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh. If she was asked to complain? Hate? How can we not complain and how can we not hate? ... God is merciful. If you have a new life and everything returns to the original point, then... You will take revenge for your previous life and live for yourself in this life!