The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

The waning moon is like a ditch, and the lamp seedling is like a bean.

The old inn had very poor soundproofing, and the snoring from upstairs and downstairs rose and fell, with occasional talking in sleep.

The weather in early autumn is hot and humid, making people feel irritable and irritable. They wish the quilts they cover themselves with at night were as thin as possible.

An Lingrong was covered with a thick quilt with a hot water bottle stuffed in it, but despite this, she was still shivering from the cold.

The woman beside the bed saw that her illness had relapsed in the middle of the night. She picked up the medicine on the table anxiously, opened the door and rushed out.

The stairs made a creaking sound all the way, which attracted a lot of curses.

The woman came to the lobby, woke up the night watchman, and pleaded humbly, finally getting the waiter to open the kitchen door and borrow the stove so she could stay up all night.

An Lingrong, lying on the bed, was in a trance due to the bone-chilling cold. Wasn't she dead? Why was it so cold? Could it be that she had come to the legendary underworld?

Her life was not worth it. She thought that everything would be in vain after death, but she never expected that the judgment of good and evil was waiting for her in the underworld.

An Lingrong was twitching from the cold, but she felt unwilling in her heart. They were going to judge her, right? She also wanted to ask about the world.

When she was born, her father was a spice merchant who traveled the streets. Her mother lived frugally and gave him her savings from years of embroidery so that he could donate money to become an official and change his family's status. However, once he gained power, he favored his concubines over his wife, and allowed many concubines to bully her and her mother. She and her mother lived in fear every day, fearing that he would drive them out of the house if he was displeased.

After entering the palace, her family background became a burden to her. The intrigues and plots could threaten her life, and if she was not careful, it could implicate her entire family.

In order to survive, she became numb and cruel, and finally she got tired. She wanted to ask someone else how she and her mother could live a good life if they were in her shoes.

She waited angrily, but what she got was a warm current with a strong smell of medicine. After the drug took effect, she fell into a complete coma.

When she regained consciousness, her body was covered in sticky sweat and her throat was extremely hoarse. She shouted softly:

"water."

The woman who had been guarding the bed hurriedly brought a cup of warm tea into her mouth.

The tea was the usual coarse-stemmed tea used to quench thirst. It tasted bitter and bland, and flowed into An Lingrong's throat with a rough feeling.

The bitter tea woke An Lingrong up. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Aunt Xiao with two dark eyes.

Aunt Xiao saw her wake up, her plump face was full of surprise:

"My dear young lady, you have finally woken up after three days of coma. If anything happens to you, I will skin you alive."

Aunt Xiao! An Lingrong looked around in shock.

The room was simple, the floor was worn, the doors and windows had colors you couldn't tell, and there were all kinds of noisy sounds outside.

This is the inn where she stayed when she went to Beijing for the beauty pageant in her previous life! An Lingrong was filled with doubt and struggled to get up:

"Auntie, what's wrong with me?"

Aunt Xiao was so happy to hear that she could speak that she slapped her thigh:

"Miss, the doctor said you caught a cold, but luckily you are well now."

As they were talking, Aunt Xiao found a clean dress for An Lingrong to change into. An Lingrong asked in a daze:

"Auntie, what time is it now?"

"My lady, you are sick and confused. Today is July 20th. The palace selection will be held in a month."

Palace Selection! An Lingrong was shocked, she was reborn!

Do you want to go to the draft again?

The solemn and dignified Forbidden City, the square palace, a bunch of women who are fighting for the honor of their family and the future of their children, their sweet words are full of conspiracies and calculations, their sweet smiles are full of tricks, and there are countless bones buried in the glamorous palace. Having experienced it once, I have exhausted all my energy, lost everything, and even lost my dignity. Will I be able to win if I enter the palace again?

But she couldn't enter the palace. An Lingrong thought about the lustful gaze of her father's boss, and if she was not selected, she would have to become his concubine.

In her previous life, she was foolishly filial to An Bihuai and was ultimately controlled by him all her life because of this. As she waited for death while saving bitter almonds, she finally began to resent him.

In her next life, she doesn't want An Bihuai to shackle her again, but if she can escape, what about her mother?

An Lingrong lowered her head and fell into deep thought. Aunt Xiao saw that she was silent and thought she was worried about the palace selection, so she opened her mouth to comfort her:

"Don't worry, Miss. As long as you take good care of your body, you will definitely be selected."

An Lingrong was about to speak when there was a hurried knock on the door. Aunt Xiao seemed to remember something. She gave An Lingrong a soothing smile and turned to open the door.

It was the innkeeper Fang, he looked gentle but spoke snobbishly:

"Miss An, we are a small business, and we can't afford your delay in paying the rent."

Before he could finish his words, a loud shout interrupted him:

"How dare you! Who allowed you to break into my room? Get out now and I'll pretend nothing happened."

Boss Fang was stunned when he saw that An Lingrong, who was always submissive, dared to scold him. When he realized that he was actually intimidated by a girl in her teens, he immediately became angry and pointed at An Lingrong:

"This is my shop. If anyone wants to leave, it's you who should leave. Look at how poor you are. Why would the royal family choose a poor person like you in the talent show? Aren't you afraid of bringing bad luck to you?"

An Lingrong looked at the cursing shopkeeper and her face turned cold:

"Mrs. Xiao, go to Shuntian Prefecture and report to the authorities. Mr. Fang has been making irresponsible remarks about the royal family. Ask the officials of Shuntian Prefecture to investigate whether he is dissatisfied with the court."

An Lingrong's words made Boss Fang sweat profusely. If he really arrived in Shuntian Prefecture, he would be skinned alive for what he just said. He knelt down in front of An Lingrong:

"Miss An, I am guilty of all the mistakes. Please forgive me this time."

An Lingrong looked at the boss who kept begging for mercy with a smile.