In the middle of the garden, a little girl of seven or eight years old stood alone in the center, surrounded by a dozen children who scolded and humiliated her. She was silent and motionless despite the terrible scar. As the child's insults gradually stopped, he sneered and walked straight out of the circle.
In the hall where everyone gathered, Aunt Wu said with a sad look: "Mo'er, don't cause any more trouble. Even if you are disfigured and lose your reputation, I still have Rou Ning. For the sake of her being your sister, you..." Aunt Wu turned her head away and burst into tears. Everyone couldn't help but look at Han Mo'er with blame and disgust.
Han Mo'er smiled impishly, turned her head, faced everyone with her intact face, raised her eyes, pulled out a seductive smile, and said in a sweet and gentle voice: "Am I beautiful?"
Everyone was fascinated by her beauty and couldn't help but reply "Beautiful!".
Han Mo'er's eyes flashed with cunning, and she suddenly turned her head, and the terrifying other half of her face was clearly visible to everyone. Han Mo'er was amused by the distorted faces of everyone and burst into laughter.
In the main hall, facing the young emperor, she sat on the floor.
"You can marry me if you want," she said nonchalantly, and then said to the eunuch beside her, "Go and bring me a plate of pastries. I haven't eaten yet."
The eunuch was stunned and looked at the head eunuch next to the emperor at a loss. When he nodded, he hurriedly retreated to carry out Han Mo'er's instructions.
Han Mo'er chuckled, supported her chin on her knees, and looked up and down at "Prince Shura" Lei Yiming who was standing beside him.
"Well, she looks good and has a good figure." She took the plate handed by the eunuch and said while eating, "But, I want my mother's dowry." Then, regardless of the surprised or jealous looks of the prime minister and his wife, she smiled innocently.
In Dahong's bridal chamber, the groom Lei Yiming opened the door and saw his bride, who was supposed to be waiting for him on the bed, sitting at the table eating side dishes and drinking wine.
"Come on, little Shura, let's have a drink with my sister." It's just the emphasis on "little" and "sister" in the middle, but no matter how you listen to it, you feel gloating.
Han Mo'er couldn't help but feel happy when she saw his baby face wearing a bright red groom's suit, especially now that he still looked serious, and she couldn't help but want to tease him.
Lei Yiming just said with a straight face: "Why did you take off the hijab by yourself?"
Han Mo'er was petrified. Shouldn't he leave with a dark face?
Han Moer's life was very aggrieved in her last life, yes, very aggrieved. She was a standard good girl. She grew up by her grandfather's side. She had a long family history and a scholarly family. As the daughter of a powerful man, she never dared to forget her identity. She had to think twice about her image in everything she did. In the end, she died speechlessly in a kidnapping that was not very good to her. She was really suffocated to death. The kidnappers knocked her out, tied her up, and put her in a tin box. Unfortunately, they forgot the ventilation hole. So she traveled through time beautifully.
When she gave out her newborn's first cry, she swore that she would live her life as she pleased. Let's see how she plays happily in this distant time and space.