Após a Morte Trágica e a Reencarnação, As Portas do Palácio Se Ajoelham Uma Após a Outra Pedindo Meu Perdão.
Na vida passada, Mu Yanzhi se humilhou até o pó para recuperar o amor de seu pai, irmãos e noivo, e só obteve que a pessoa que mais amava a rasgasse viva, pendurasse seu corpo nas muralhas da cidade p
“What a pitiful sight—having to wash endless clothes even during the Lantern Festival.”
“Pitiful? She deserves it. If she hadn’t been so jealous and hurt the little princess, would His Majesty have punished her with reflection in the Eternal Lane? She really thought she was the most beloved princess? Just an adopted daughter, not even worth a strand of the gentle princess’s hair.”
“Exactly. The little princess grew up among commoners and knows how to care for us servants, unlike her—arrogant and malicious! Let’s not bother with her. Come, let’s eat sweet dumplings. It’s a festival, no need to let her ill luck taint our day!”
In the bitter chill of winter, within the sunless confines of the Eternal Lane, several palace maids spat as they passed by Mu Yuan Zhi, who was huddled in a corner, shivering from the cold. They continued on, laughing and chatting.
Mu Yuan Zhi’s hands were red, swollen, and numb from the cold. She tried to warm them with her breath, but as she moved her arm, the heavy shackles dragged down several buckets, and the laundry she’d worked on all morning was instantly covered in snow and dust.
She leaned her head back against the wall in defeat, the feeling of injustice she had nearly suppressed now surging anew.
Taking a deep breath, Mu Yuan Zhi reminded herself that having lived a second life, she must no longer wallow in self-pity.
Compared to her previous life—stripped of her skin and stuffed with straw, tortured to death—what were cold and hunger, what was servitude, but trifles?
She looked at her own