Aia Malévola do Palácio Reencarnada: Rotina de Bagunça no Período Histórico
Decáda de 1970 + Transmissão espacial + Protagonista feminina atravessada para a era antiga + Dupla reencarnação + Incineração da esposa para o túmulo + Vingança + Abuso de escória + Casamento militar】 Introdução dos protagonistas masculina e feminina 1v1 dupla pureza Como dama de palácio do grande Chu, ela viveu sua vida inteira com o máximo de cuidado, prudência e tensão, chegando aos 20 anos, mas infelizmente se envolveu numa intriga palaciana. Com a ideia de que morre cedo ou tarde é o mesmo, ela pessoalmente concluiu a conspiração deles. Quem diria que ao abrir os olhos novamente, ela chegou à fervente década de 1970, e após integrar as memórias da proprietária original, seguiu um caminho de vingança pela proprietária original. Mas não esperava que os inimigos do passado a atormentassem continuamente. Quem diria que no final ainda não poderia escapar?
Aia Malévola do Palácio Reencarnada: Rotina de Bagunça no Período Histórico
“Brazen Qingrui! How dare you commit such a heinous act!”
Inside the Yikun Palace, Consort Li sat on her sickbed, her eyes blazing with fury as she fixed her gaze on the feeble woman lying on the floor.
Who would have thought that Qingrui, once a disgraced official’s daughter and a slave in the inner court, who only rose in status after Consort Li’s favor, would dare poison the Seventh Prince?
Consort Li looked anxiously and angrily at the barely breathing prince on the bed.
His fever would not subside; he was foaming at the mouth. These symptoms did not match the cassava poison that Eunuch Xu had described.
“I have treated you well, so why are you so ungrateful? Tell me, where is the antidote?”
Fueled by rage, Consort Li flung a scalding cup of tea straight at Qingrui.
The shattered teacup cut Qingrui’s forehead, and the burning tea splashed over her.
Yet Qingrui felt an unexpected relief; always the blade in others’ hands, she was finally wielding it for herself.
Enduring the pain, she forced herself to lift her head and smiled brightly at the lavish palace.
In the past, Consort Li would never allow her to smile, for Qingrui’s delicate, radiant face was captivating enough without it.
But when she smiled, it was like a cherry in spring—sweet and enchanting, capturing hearts and souls.
At this moment, the entire opulent palace seemed merely a backdrop to Qingrui’s smile.
“Antidote? There is no antidote.”
Looking at the once lively Seventh Prince now barely clinging to life, Qingrui harbo
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