“You’re right! I’m fiercer and more ruthless than her. Do you want to give me a try?” Sherry rubbed the little robot, thinking it would be even better if it had some fur.

The little guy has given up!

After a long pause, he spoke in a muffled voice.

"Nine out of ten people say she's bad; the eyes of the masses are discerning!"

Whether she was amused or not, Sherry suddenly felt a cool sensation in her soul, a chilling sensation that went straight to her heart.

"You say her maternal family raised her, as if those aristocratic families didn't! In a sense, women from aristocratic families are commodities to be sold. Tell me, am I right?"

The little man seemed to have his worldview shattered, and was speechless.

"You say she's treacherous and will stop at nothing to climb the ranks. Who in the harem doesn't have cunning? Anyone without cunning would have become fertilizer for the flowers! In the end, who has clean hands? The pie is only so big; if you eat, someone else will go hungry. How can they not fight each other?"

The little guy is probably getting depressed from listening to this.

After a long pause, she finally spoke listlessly: "But it's a fact that she's biased, isn't it?!"

"Do you know why she's remembered for her favoritism? Because her son became emperor. So many ordinary families are biased towards sons, who remembers that?"

Shirley now felt that being a demon was good, because demons don't discriminate against men or show favoritism.

If she remembered correctly, all of her siblings were kicked out of the house together.

Life and death are truly preordained!

Otherwise, she wouldn't have subconsciously always acted like a demon!

The little man was probably furious right now, feeling like his body was about to shut down: "You're being unreasonable! She's just biased."

"Why--"

"Ha! Who do you think you are to dare question me? To dare slander me time and time again?" Before Sherry could say anything, a female voice interrupted her.

Sherry, who had been drifting alone, suddenly noticed the shadow of a palace concubine behind her.

Calling her a shadow wouldn't be appropriate, but she was excessively ethereal.

"Consort De... Consort De, may Your Majesty the Empress Dowager be blessed!" Xue Li saw the clamoring scoundrel suddenly bowing obsequiously.

It's interesting that even robots know they feel embarrassed to talk badly about people behind their backs.

"Hmph!" The shadow became clearer, appearing to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with sorrowful eyes and a gentle, shy demeanor.

Of course, the hostility in his words was extraordinary.

"You've been here all this time?!" Sherry asked tentatively.

"Yes, she reincarnated. I, as a spirit of the earth, lived in a daze until one day, the power of all living beings swept over me. I am alive because someone remembers me. I am angry because they slandered me! I have my methods, but which woman in this harem doesn't?!"

Sherry found it hard to believe that it really was Uya.

"I'm biased, yes. Consort Yi's child was raised by the Empress Dowager, Wanliuha's child was raised by Suma, and Juechan's child was later raised by Consort Hui. They all came from the same palace. Their children all had their own unique mothers! And me? The Tong family, in their eagerness to have a prince, would have gladly changed the fourth prince's imperial genealogy to Consort Tong's name. How could they possibly give me the opportunity to be close to the children? If you were in their shoes, what would you do?!"

Uya screamed hysterically! But tears slowly streamed down her face.

"I finally saw him, but he was heavily guarded by those servants. I found a chance to tell him that I was his mother, but he was full of suspicion. Ha, no one has ever mentioned to him that I am his birth mother! I can only climb up, climb harder, and swear that my child will never recognize anyone else as his mother again! What have I done wrong?!"

"Later, I had my sixth son, and in his heart, the only mother he recognized was Lady Tongjia. How could we ever go back to the way things were? Ha..."

Uya silently shed tears.

Sherry watched her cry quietly.

Whether out of grievance or emotion, the little one cried so hard his mouth turned into a black hole.

"Everything has its advantages and disadvantages!" After a long while, Xue Li spoke calmly, and Wu Ya's gaze shifted over.

"Have you ever thought about it? You're alive because Empress Xiaoyi shielded you from a calamity!" Shirley suddenly realized something.

"Huh?!" Uya's expression cracked.

"Have you ever considered that the emperors of the Aisin Gioro family were destined for greatness? Take Nurhaci, for example, whose mother died young!"

"You actually dared to address the founding emperor by his given name?" Uya asked in horror.

"Is it really necessary? He's turned to ashes, and of course, you're turned to ashes too..." Sherry said, then suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Uya looked at her with a complicated expression.

"Ahem, back to the main point. Nurhaci's mother died early, and his father didn't care for him. Huang Taiji's mother died, neither early nor late. Shunzhi's father died early, leaving him and his widow to guard the Qing Dynasty. Kangxi's parents died early, so in that sense, he was even more resilient." The more Shirley thought about it, the more she realized it made sense; she was quite clever indeed!

Uya's lips twitched.

The little man stared at her blankly.

"Yinzhen, well, he's always been raised under Empress Xiaoyi's care. Empress Xiaoyi died young. Wasn't she taking the blame for you, her birth mother?"

"Wow! That makes so much sense!" The little boy clapped his hands and his eyes sparkled like stars.

Uya opened her mouth, her expression somewhat dazed!

"So, according to you, my hatred for the Tongjia clan is pure nonsense, is that right?"

"Whether you hate someone or not is your freedom, it's none of anyone else's business. No, what are you doing out here?" Sherry was very puzzled. Of all the people who had passed away, this was the only one whose main person had been gone for hundreds of years and she was still alive.

"Originally, it was a feeling of not wanting to fall behind others, but now that I think about it, it doesn't seem very meaningful. What can I do to control what I do, and what can I do to control what others think? People who don't like you are truly blind no matter how well you do everything. Why should I keep falling into self-doubt?"

As if she had suddenly realized something, Wuya's entire ghostly figure exuded a sense of ease and joy.

"I originally intended to settle scores with those girls, but now I think I'll pass. They each used their own methods to impersonate me; some didn't live past ten, and others met tragic ends. Now that they've changed identities, why bother?"

Uya looked at the beauties admiring the flowers in the distance, her expression lonely.

"After all this time and so many people have come, you are the only one who is fair. So, I beg you to go for me! I want to tell them that none of them are as good as me!" Uya was smiling very smugly, and she had every right to be smug.

After all, so many people came in, and none of them survived even one episode. It would be a slap in the face to my arrogance and complacency before joining the live stream.

"But the problem is, I'm not as gentle or as smart as you." Sherry didn't want to admit it, but she had to—it was a fact!

They were born with a script for palace intrigue and power struggles. While Sherry knows how to exploit the strong, she can't learn Wuya's methods.