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In April, the spring wind blew through the numerous pavilions in the capital, lifting up the hair on the foreheads of countless young girls. It was mixed with the smell of spices and rouge as it passed through the crowd, slowly blowing the copper bell hanging in front of the teahouse. A skinny old man wearing a green robe was standing on the stage of the teahouse.

Zhuang Li stood behind the dense crowd, frowning, and looked at the old man who was in a daze. Occasionally, a few scattered words would drift into his ears …

The envoy from the Western Regions slapped the table and shouted, "I have long heard of your Prince Bi. You have indeed earned a well-deserved reputation after meeting me today …"

Cheers came from below the stage. Zhuang Li felt dizzy, and she did not understand who the old man was referring to. She also did not know when she came to the teahouse.

When she felt someone touching her head, she turned around and saw a young woman who was much taller than her. In her haziness, she couldn't see her appearance, and felt that she was a little familiar and pretty.

"Little porcelain, come home with your mother, okay?"

Zhuang Li was still confused. She did not know the young maiden in front of her, so what mother? She used her hand to wipe her eyes.

'Pa! 'The old man who was telling the story patted the wood in his hand …

The sound was very crisp and almost shocked the young woman to the point of shedding a few fresh apricot flowers. Was that an apricot flower? Zhuang Li opened her eyes in a daze, wondering why she had such a strange dream. Her head was still spinning, and when she finished focusing, what entered her sight was actually an apricot flower, but it was not on the young lady's head. It was carved on the wood instead.

Turning her stiff head, she looked around and saw that she was lying on a wooden bed. The wood above her head was actually a beam that supported the bed frame.

With great difficulty, she propped herself up. Her chest was so stuffy that she started coughing violently.

When the people outside heard the commotion, a little girl rushed into the room in a flustered manner.

"Miss, Miss, you're awake!"

Hurriedly pushing aside the person who came to help her up, Zhuang Li raised her head and took a fierce look at the room she was in: the wooden screen, the blue and white porcelain tea set, the exquisite lacquer …

"Where is this!"

Looking at the little girl in front of him, he saw that she was wearing a green water striped dress and had a bun wrapped around her head.

She was shocked by Zhuang Li's actions until she didn't know what to do and stuttered.

"Miss, this is your home, Prime Minister Zhao Manor!"

Zhuang Li gasped for breath. Prime Minister Zhao Palace? What kind of joke was this?!

Zhuang Li looked at the little girl as if she was crazy, then she pushed her away and rushed out of the house while barefoot.

There were a few peach trees outside the door, and there was also a small pond at the top. Inside the pond, there were fake mountains, bonsai, fish and insects that were full of life. She was slightly familiar with the design, feng shui, and ancient crafts that she had studied in university. She clearly felt that these things were very particular, whether it was in terms of craftsmanship or arrangement.

A few ladies who were dressed similar to the little girl in the house were carrying teacups and walking over. Seeing Zhuang Li suddenly rush over halfway, the teacups broke into pieces and Zhuang Li fell onto the ground in a daze.

At this moment, an older woman walked over in a fluster. She helped her up and patted the dust off her body. After doing all this, the woman pulled her indoors without a word, murmuring nonstop.

"Oh my dear little aunt, how did you get out of bed? What would happen if you fell again!"

Zhuang Li suddenly felt some despair. Her face was ashen as she tightly held onto the aunt's arm.

"Aunt, let me ask you, here …" "Where is it?"

"Miss, what's wrong with you? This is your home, the Prime Minister's mansion. How come you don't even recognize your own home?"

"It's really not a shop?"

The woman became even more worried.

"What kind of shop?" "This is the Prime Minister's manor, young miss …" After saying that, Zhuang Li was carried by the woman towards the bed. Zhuang Li laid on the bed and looked at her body in shock.

This is definitely wrong... She should have known!

She was carried back to the bed by this grandma. This grandma seemed slightly fat and short, but her previous height of 1.67 meters and weight was at least 45 kilograms. How could she be carried in so easily? This was completely wrong!

"Give me the mirror!" Zhuang Li screamed.

The little girl had yet to recover from her shock and was scared witless by that shout. She helplessly looked at the aunt, feeling extremely scared.

"Mirror, mirror?"

"If I tell you to take it, then take it. What are you blabbering about!?" The aunt scolded him snappily. She was worried about Zhuang Li's abnormal behavior today.

Zhuang Li had long lost her patience.

"Hurry up, I just want to see if my looks are broken or not!"

Hearing Zhuang Li's words, the old lady was immediately amused, she was still worried a moment ago, but now that she knew about the face-breaking matter, it seemed like her brain was not damaged at all.

A beautiful little copper mirror was handed over to Zhuang Li in a panic. Zhuang Li raised the mirror, feeling suffocated to death in an instant.

Who in the world was that ten-odd year old girl in the mirror?!

Two days later, Zhuang Li finally had a better understanding of the whole situation through interrogating her girl, Qing You.

His current body's name was Zhao Ci, and he was Prime Minister Zhao's concubine's youngest daughter, who had just turned ten this year. He was so domineering and spoiled that not many people in the household liked her. She had a peerlessly beautiful mother, who was an ordinary girl that the Prime Minister Zhao had redeemed from the brothel boat. After giving birth to her, she lived in Prime Minister Zhao's residence.

However, Zhao Ci was not so lucky to have inherited her mother's good genes, and could not even be considered average in looks. Her personality was also not good enough to please the Prime Minister's father. However, Zhao Ci was her mother's flesh and blood. Life used to be so carefree, but it was a pity that her favoured mother died of a cold in March of this year, leaving behind her daughter, who was neither intelligent nor beautiful enough.

This time, the third consort's Fourth House had already hated the mother and daughter pair to the bones. They probably seized this opportunity to beat Zhao Ci to death. After turning it around, Zhao Ci finally remembered how she almost drowned to death.

"Young Miss is blessed with great fortune. She has been in a coma for three days. Finally, she has woken up." The servant girl, Zhuang Li, said as she was brewing medicine in front of the house.

Zhuang Li laid on the stone platform beside the pond with her legs crossed, disapproving in her heart. Hmph, that Miss Zhao is not as lucky as you say. After making a trip to the hall of the underworld and failing to return, didn't she let me take the chance to take advantage of her?

She pondered that perhaps the dream she woke up in this world wasn't a dream, but rather the original owner of this body, Zhao Ci. It was the end of this dream that she had also replaced Zhao Ci's body.

She gradually recalled her own experiences. She was called Zhuang Li, and she originally lived in the twenty-first century, at the age of twenty-three. Shortly after graduating from college, she studied interior design and worked in a design company. Actually, it was just a free labor force, not getting a single cent of the salary to do the most complicated things.

That day, the customer was not satisfied with her new model blueprint. She was scolded half to death by the Director. After modifying the blueprints in her office, she discovered that it was already the wee hours of the morning. She walked out of the building and crossed the street, flying up as she was hit by the retrograde van. She lay on the cold road and felt the pain. She didn't know how many bones in her body were broken, but she could feel her blood continuously flowing out. Gradually, she started to feel cold, and once she became cold, she no longer felt pain. Then, she gradually began to feel warmth again.

When he opened his eyes again, it was in the body of Prime Minister Zhao's daughter, Zhao Ci.

She had a small lotus pond outside the courtyard, and the girls in the mansion especially liked to chat nearby. She had heard quite a bit of gossip from the maidservants over the past few days. The Zhao Ci she possessed was a foolish ninny who could not read a basket of words. Previously, the Prime Minister had mentioned that he would invite a teacher for her, but her mother, who was so confident that she could topple nations, had actually rejected him. My daughter doesn't need to read, she said. When she grew up, she must have married her master because she was so beautiful.

And so her reading was gone by her own mother.

Zhuang Li looked at her reflection in the water, her sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, her small eyes and nose...

She didn't know where the fuck that confidence came from, but this embryo wouldn't be able to save her even after ten tries.

This mother and daughter pair had truly gained her knowledge. They were so stupid that they gave birth to little idiots.

Furthermore, this time and space also confused Zhuang Li. Phoenix Dynasty?

What the f * ck was this?

Zhuang Li was a scholar, so she was confident in her knowledge of history. How could she have heard of Phoenix Dynasty? However, as she passed by the fourth house that was right next to her residence, she could hear the moral scriptures coming from inside. "What is the difference between beauty and evil?"

That is to say, there is a father in this world? Could it be a parallel world?

Zhuang Li sighed, thinking back to her own past, not knowing if she had completely died in that world. She was a single-parent family, after she died, what would she do when he raised her mother by himself?

Zhuang Li thought, her eyes filled with tears.

However, before the tears could fall, a harsh voice came from behind him.

"Who do I think it is? So it's my little sister, Luo'er. Why did she come here to play after coming out of the pond two days ago?" Cloud Rising West