The loneliness that had been hidden in his eyes slowly disappeared, returning to calmness and indifference.
When Qianluo was four years old, her mother lost power and was banished to the cold palace.
Every day he lived in a dilapidated palace where the cold wind howled, eating leftovers and wearing rags.
She cried for help in front of the cold palace every day, but no one paid any attention to her no matter how she begged.
She dug a hole in the wall of the cold palace and escaped to find her brother, the crown prince.
But how did the prince treat her?
She couldn't remember it, but she vaguely remembered that he seemed to be not very nice to her.
Last night, Qianluo finally remembered.
The prince looked at her coldly, watching her being beaten and insulted by other princes and princesses as if she were a beggar, forced to bark like a dog, and forced to pick up steamed buns that had been trampled into the mud on the ground and eat them.
She just wanted a hot meal and warm clothes. With such a small request, why was the prince unwilling to help her?
Qianluo couldn't figure it out and didn't want to know anymore.
When she grew up, she sacrificed all those who had harmed her to the so-called "immortal".
If the "immortal" had not wanted to take over her body and revive her, she would not have left the palace so urgently.
"Princess, it's getting late, you should get some rest." Ur yawned.
There are important things to do tomorrow, and there must be no mistakes in "Qianluo's death". She must complete the first task assigned to her by the prince.
"Okay, you go down first."
After Wuer left, Qianluo took out the fake death potion and looked at the porcelain-white bottle with a glimmer in her eyes.
I decide my own destiny, and this time I will definitely be free.
Qianluo stretched her hand out of the window, and the medicine bottle slipped from her hand, silently sinking into the snow and disappearing without a trace.
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