What a Wicked Woman, All the Civil and Military Officials in the Court Knelt Down and Begged for Mercy.

Forced to be a concubine and locked in a woodshed, Yan Ling, who was originally the eldest daughter of the Hou family, died on a snowy night. Even if she is reborn, she only has seven days left in her life. The system told her that if she wanted to survive, she had to harvest love. The more paranoid, the more painful, the more humble the love, the more valuable it is. So, at the marriage recognition banquet in the Hou Mansion, the eldest daughter who had been wild for more than ten years lowered her eyelashes and said in a voice as soft as snow: "Ling'er has been wandering for half her life, she just wants to have a roof over her head and show her some sympathy." The powerful men in the audience were either indifferent or playful, but no one took them seriously. Later—— The ascetic and cold-blooded regent knelt on one knee in the Jinluan Palace, his voice hoarse: "Ling'er, I will give you my life." The upright No. 1 Scholar personally handed over the secret letters from all his political opponents, with slightly red eyes: "Can I exchange these for you to look at me one more time?" The king of the foreign tribe at the border spread his traditional dragon robe at her feet with a humble attitude: "My kingdom is yours, and my people are yours as well. You can punish her however you want." Even the most dandy prince thrust the key to the Eastern Palace into her palm with red eyes, smiling humbly and paranoid: "You want to run away? Then take the Eastern Palace away, or... Lock me up." At this moment, Yan Ling was leaning on the supreme throne, tapping her fingertips on her knees, watching them bow their heads and beg for her mercy. The system prompt sounds softly in my head: [Love value has been exceeded. [Congratulations, you have eternal life.