"The Grand Tutor said my handwriting was crooked, that I had missed a chapter in class, and that the essays I had just learned to write were incoherent."
"So, I have to rewrite, re-memorize, and re-learn everything in front of the Master."
"But Luo'er, I started holding a brush at the age of two, and my mother taught me every stroke of my calligraphy. My Grand Tutor used to praise my impressive handwriting at such a young age, saying I would achieve great things in the future. How could my handwriting become so crooked one day?"
"I've memorized all my lessons long ago. I remember every word and every line. How could I have missed a chapter?"
"Even my mother said the articles I wrote were excellent, so how could I be completely ignorant?"
"He was deliberately trying to slow me down, but I was too young to notice. I was just so frustrated that I honestly did it all over again."
"When I finally got out of school and followed the eunuch who came to fetch me, I found that everyone in the palace avoided me like a snake or scorpion."
"All the flattery and friendliness in the past turned into cold peeping in an instant."
"Not only did they not dare to approach me, they also pointed and talked about me. I heard a hint from them: Guifu Palace had been burned down by a huge fire."
"At this time, the chief eunuch from the Empress Dowager's palace stopped me on the way and wanted to take me to Ningshou Palace."
"I would rather die than obey, so I struggled and ran towards the fire."
"I saw nothing."
"It's no longer possible to enter Guifu Palace."
"Only Qinyu was carried out unconscious. They said she was still breathing."
"As for the others in Guifu Palace, including my mother, none of them were able to escape the fire."
"But when I dragged my heavy feet and tried to walk in, I was held down by the Queen's men. They pinned me, a six-year-old, to the ground, as if I were a bastard."
"I begged my father for help, asking him to save my mother, but he stared at me with a cold look I had never seen before, as if I was the culprit who killed my mother."
"Everything has changed since then."
Li Qingluo felt something wet on his neck.
Her heart was also in a knot.
Just like in her previous life when she was abandoned by everyone in the dilapidated house, when she realized that she was really dead, she could understand Duan Rongshi's despair and pain.
However, Duan Rongshi was only six years old when he faced all this.
At the age of six, he was still a naive child.
But you are forced to face everything, lose everything, and grow up suddenly overnight.
Watching his beloved mother being killed in that fire.
Accept his father and no longer love him.
And from what Concubine De said today, it seems that the murderer is not just one, but a group of people...
Perhaps there is no one in this palace whose hands are clean from what happened back then.
Li Qingluo felt a dull pain in his heart.
"What about your father? Has he changed too?"
Duan Rongshi: "Yes. Since then, he has become a completely stranger to me who I no longer know."
"It's like someone has taken over his body. I even suspected that he was no longer my father. Unfortunately... after repeated attempts, the result was that he had simply changed."
Li Qingluo suddenly remembered something.
"Your Highness, you once said that the Qinyu of today is not the real Qinyu. What exactly did you mean by this?"
Because of his own experience with Nan Jia, and the existence of soul-transferring techniques in the world, Li Qingluo couldn't help but think of a possibility.
Duan Rongshi gently let go of Li Qingluo and lowered his head to meet her eyes.
"Qinyu was rescued from the fire and has been no longer normal since she woke up."
"She was clearly only three years old, but her eyes had become sophisticated and cunning, and she spoke like an adult."
"That's fine, but she's completely changed her personality and often says things I don't understand."
"She thinks highly of herself. Initially, she treats the servants as equals, but later on, anyone who accidentally crosses her will be met with her insincere revenge."
“She knows a lot of new things.”
"She even started doing business at the age of ten and began to build her own power."
"I do admire her, but as time goes by, I'm more and more certain that the person inside her is no longer my timid and innocent cousin."
"Her soul doesn't belong to our place."
Li Qingluo's heart trembled violently.
Could it be... also rebirth?
Or something else?
From a place where there is gender equality, from a place where there is no class stratification?
She actually felt a little envious of this place.
Li Qingluo shook his head. "So you've been dealing with her all this time just to find out if she actually saw the truth in Guifu Palace back then?"
Duan Rongshi: "...Yes. But I have now recognized the facts. If she really has changed into someone else, I'm afraid she wouldn't even know."
"In that case, there is no need for her to live anymore."
His eyes suddenly froze.
Li Qingluo held his cold hand tightly.
That year, he not only lost his mother, but also his beloved sister.
Over the years, he could only hide in a dark corner and lick his wounds that never healed.
She felt so heartbroken as if she could feel it herself, but she could only look at him and wait for him to continue.
"Over the years, I've found quite a few things."
"Just as Concubine De said, no one in the palace has clean hands. It's even possible that my father is the real murderer who killed my mother."
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