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On the day his Bai Yueguang returned to China, I was diagnosed with gastric cancer. On the day when the doctor said I wouldn't live for more than three months, Jiang Yan's Bai Yueguang returned to China. He pinched my chin and warned: "Don't bother Lin Wei, you can't even compare to her hair." I lowered my head and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, smiled and nodded: "Okay." Over the years, I have blocked his stomach from bleeding while he was drinking, but he never knew the reason why I got stomach cancer-- That was every bowl of hangover soup he cooked with his own hands, which contained liver-corrosive drugs. Until he discovered the medical records and anti-cancer drugs hidden in the deepest part of the closet, and rushed to the hospital like crazy. I lay on the hospital bed and gently took off our wedding rings: "Jiang Yan, let's get a divorce." He knelt beside the bed and cried bitterly, while I looked at the birds flying away outside the window: "Do you know? I really wanted to accompany you until old age."

I was once the legitimate daughter of the Shen family, Shen Zhiyi, and I was also the virtuous and virtuous concubine of Prince An's palace. A bowl of abortion pills looked on coldly as I lost my bones and blood, while my beloved husband and my pure and kind concubine were having sex together. When they gave me a divorce letter and left me to fend for myself, my loving father and family were busy celebrating the birth of the new princess. After returning from hell, I will only be Shen Zhiyi. Love and love are all vain, only power is eternal. The house is deep, and I step by step, turning the clouds and rain, trampling under my feet one by one those who bullied me in the past. In the affairs of the court, I wielded power with delicate hands, using wisdom as a blade, and human hearts as a chess piece. From being a minister's wife to a female official, I finally entered the palace. He is a noble man of the Nine Fives, domineering and arrogant. He regards the world as something in his pocket, and he also regards me as the one who must win. He thinks that giving favors is charity, but I only see him as a ladder to the top of power. When he discovered that he was never there beneath my world-famous face, his overwhelming anger turned into paranoid confinement: "I want the world and you!" But I am no longer the Amon of yesterday, and I have grown wings. How can I allow him to forcibly imprison me? This is a road paved with blood and ambition. I want all the power in the world to hold my hand!