Chapter 3, Bright Frost
In this treacherous and ominous court, survival relies heavily on one's intellect; however, if one is physically weak, the chances for self-preservation, as well as the opportunities for seizing control and achieving victory, may be significantly diminished
Feeling a tight grip on her own hand, her nails mercilessly dug into her arm, the sharp pain forcibly pulled her back from the brink of death: "Don't die just yet, answer my question before you do... Is the current emperor still Xiao Jue?"
What happened to Ming Shuang ... ... has she lost her memory from being beaten? She took a few breaths and instinctively replied: "The Cuiwei Palace of the Noble Consort ... ... The Consort blames us ... ... for not properly arranging her ... ... makeup. ... ... You are ... ... from Yunzhou. ... ... I heard your father is ... ... an official with a criminal record. ... ... In order to turn things around ... ... he sent you into the palace. ... ... But unexpectedly ... ... the Empress Dowager did not allow it. ... ... The women of Yunzhou were selected ... ... "
The person in front let out a long sigh, as if releasing a burden from their heart. Qinglian pondered vaguely, who is she
This body is naturally incapable of martial arts, and moreover, Qin Changge frowned, this woman's constitution is too weak, she actually has congenital deficiencies. Which bastard arranged for her this useless shell?
Ming Shuang said she would take revenge for her
In her hazy vision, she saw Ming Shuang gazing deeply at her. Liang and Tu Shu Jiu leaned down to her ear and gently said: "You have helped me, and I must thank you"
Ming Shuang on the opposite side paused for a moment, and then a calm voice came through: "Tell me, what year is it in Tianbi now?"
However, this is still quite good, as it allows for a relatively quick recovery from one's internal injuries
The excruciating pain left her in a daze, her thoughts heavy yet paradoxically clear. Before her stood Ming Shuang, who had always been timid and taciturn, often bullied by others. For some reason, she appeared slightly different from before. Her complexion remained the same, yet those dark, bright eyes were as deep as an ancient well and as clear as flowing waves, reflecting the vicissitudes of the world and the eternal brilliance of the sun and moon.
It seems that I cannot cultivate the extraordinary inner strength I once had at hetushu.com. I can only rely on my memory to practice some foundational and strengthening mental techniques for now. If I wish to restore my previous level of ability from my past lives, it is likely to be very difficult
She fell into an eternal slumber, wearing a hint of a satisfied smile
On this night, Qin Changge slept among the piles of corpses
She believes
After a pause, that voice, which was clearly very gentle, sounded as if each word were made of gold and stone: "No one can take a life lightly, no one can demean a living being. Go ahead, I will help you seek revenge."
Those menacing past experiences, even after enduring a lifetime of peaceful and ordinary modern life, are still not so easily forgotten
For example ... ... martial arts
Hearing Ming Shuang ask her word by word: "Where is this? What have we done? Where am I from? What is my background?"
Ming Shuang thought, with immense fatigue, how strange each of her questions was. Could she possibly be unaware that the Emperor had changed the era name? After the passing of Empress Ruiyi, the Emperor changed the era name, and Ming Shuang had entered the palace that very year. Her dying mind could no longer sustain her doubts and thoughts, yet she answered every question: "In the second year of Tianbi... the era name was changed... now it is... the third year of Qianyuan..."
The game of life begins today, as a gentle yet cold smile blooms at the corners of Qin Changge's lips
She ... ... directly called His Majesty's name. ... ... ... Who is she ... ... The voice of Qinglian was intermittent: "... ... is ... ... "
If the records regarding the books are not mistaken, after the passing of Empress Ruiyi, the era name was changed, and in the twenty years of my modern life, only three years have passed here. Now, I have been reincarnated in the form of a little palace maid named Ming Shuang, and I have returned.
Let us see who will claim the deer
The injured body requires recuperation; as for the dead, it is of no concern. In her past life during the Western Liang Dynasty, as the founding empress, she had once walked through the bloodshed of thousands of troops, her demeanor unchanging and her garments flowing gracefully.
Her body trembled, and she immediately broke into an illusory smile, as the blue lotus softly fell.
In a state of semi-consciousness, Qing Lian was roused to awareness by that icy, snow-like voice. She struggled to open her eyes and looked at the woman before her, weakly calling out: "... Ming Shuang ..."