Not far from the capital, there is a small village called Qiao Family Village.
The village is small, and most of the residents share the surname Qiao.
In the village lived a pitiful little girl named Qiaoqiao, who was exploited by everyone. Her father didn't love her, her mother didn't care for her, and she lived a difficult life in the cracks of society. However, fate still didn't let her go.
She was beaten to death by her aunt because she was so tired that she accidentally tore a hole in her clothes while washing them.
Of course, that was in the past.
The Qiaoqiao of today is not the same Qiaoqiao of the past.
Qiao Qiao blinked, looking at the empty surroundings.
The ceiling seemed drafty, with occasional slivers of light filtering through.
Only then can this cramped and low-ceilinged house be made a little brighter.
There was only one bed in the entire room. No, it wasn't even a bed; it was more like a haystack.
A worn-out, thin blanket.
Patches upon patches.
It's completely impossible to see what it originally looked like.
Just as Qiaoqiao was about to sit up, wanting to see everything clearly, a wave of memories flooded into her mind, filling it completely, making her unable to resist leaning over the bed and dry heaving.
Once she had fully processed those memories, she collapsed there, staring blankly at her hands, which had shrunk considerably.
Did she travel through time?
It even ended up in the body of a poor little thing.
Qiaoqiao is a modern urban white-collar worker. As she is about to turn thirty and become a "leftover woman," her company holds a free health check-up event.
She was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.
To be honest, she didn't usually feel any discomfort, pain, or anything like that. But it just so happened that she had late-stage cancer.
She stared at the lab report for two days and two nights.
I went to the hospital again this time for a comprehensive physical examination.
It is indeed late-stage cancer.
The doctor advised that I be hospitalized as soon as possible for treatment.
However, even with daily chemotherapy, medication, and injections, her lifespan could not be extended.
"Perhaps a miracle will happen," the doctor said.
But Qiaoqiao always felt that even if miracles existed in this world, they would never happen to her.
Qiaoqiao grew up in an orphanage. After she started working, she donated most of her salary to the orphanage where she grew up, so she didn't have much money.
However, she did take all her clothes and books back to the orphanage. After telling the director about her affairs, she embarked on a journey alone, having never seen the world before.
But on her very first stop, she accidentally fell off a cliff.
When she woke up again, she was already there.
It seems she's dead.
This poor little girl, Qiaoqiao, was beaten to death by her aunt.
Now her body and back are covered in wounds.
On the small palms, the backs of the hands were covered with wounds, cuts, burns, while the palms were covered with calluses.
This little girl has both a father and a mother, but she's not even as good as an orphan.
The callus was thicker than when she was a child.
It wasn't that the director mistreated her; life in the orphanage wasn't wealthy, so the older children basically had to do chores and take care of the younger ones.
Even when she was young, she was already very capable. Whether it was housework, delicate work, or odd jobs, she did them all very well.
However, even so, her calluses had never been this thick.
Qiaoqiao reached out and touched her face.
She didn't know what this body looked like. But having gone back to being fifteen years old from thirty, she considered it a win.
"Don't worry, now that I've ended up in your body by some strange twist of fate, I will definitely live a good life for the rest of my days and live well in this world in your place."
However, the most important thing now is to get rid of this body's awful family members—
"Outrageous—" A muffled thunderclap suddenly echoed in the sky.
The thunder was so loud that it suddenly woke Emperor Chengye from his sleep. He was trembling all over, covered in cold sweat, and had difficulty breathing.
He is now lying on his dragon bed.
"It was just a dream."
What a terrible dream.
He felt his mind was in a state of confusion, and the images from his dream kept flashing back in his mind.
He dreamt that someone was forcing him to abdicate.
The sky was ablaze with fire.
Half of the palace was burned.
He was trapped in the palace.
There was nowhere to turn for help.
He even saw the faces of the Ning family members among the group of people who were forcing him to abdicate.
Their eyes were filled with resentment as they glared at him—
He hadn't thought about the Ning family for a long time. Emperor Chengye felt that something was wrong with him. He reached under his pillow to take out the golden pill, but suddenly his hands lost their strength.
How could that be?
"Taoist Master, Taoist Master?"
Emperor Chengye shouted. In the past, at this time, as soon as he made a sound, the eunuchs and palace maids on night watch would come over.
Why is it that today, after he has been calling for so long, there has been no response?
He felt his body hurt even more.
"Blue Robe—"
"Father."
Just then, several hurried, unsteady footsteps entered.
The one leading the group was the Taoist priest in blue robes, followed by Consort Liu and her son.
The person who just called out "Father" was none other than the Third Prince.
"Taoist priest, come here quickly! I feel terrible, please take a look at me!"
His mind was in complete chaos, and he couldn't understand why Liu Cairen was appearing with the Taoist priest in green.
The Taoist priest remained silent, but Liu Cairen, who was usually taciturn, suddenly smiled.
It made her come alive, no longer the ordinary person she used to be.
"Your Majesty, things have already come to this point, do you still want to consume the Golden Elixir?"
Liu Cairen covered her mouth and chuckled, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes.
"That golden pill is absolutely inedible; it's poisonous."
"What did you say? You poisonous woman!"
If the Golden Elixir is poisonous, then why has he been consuming it for so long—"Is my inability to move now because of the Golden Elixir?"
"Yes, you are terminally ill and beyond saving." The toxins from those golden pills remained in his body, corroding his internal organs day by day.
"Why?"
"Why?" Consort Liu repeated, "Why do you think I am? I, the dignified Princess of Nanhui, have been lying low here for many years, enduring beatings and insults, all for this one day!"
She could no longer return to Nanhui. The child carried the blood of the Great Yin Emperor, and even if she were to enter, the nobles of Nanhui would never accept her son.
Why not just rebel and let his son become the future ruler of this Great Yin, while she becomes the Empress Dowager, the most honored woman in the world?
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