It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

The night sky is like splashed ink, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, silver light pours down, covering the earth with a layer of mysterious veil.

The lights in Concubine Pei's bedroom were dim, but it seemed unusually quiet. Recently, Concubine Pei seemed to be less interested in royal affairs, and instead immersed herself in selfless books, seeking spiritual comfort.

However, no matter how rich the world constructed by words is, it can ultimately not match the reality and complexity of the human world. After a few days, the story between the pages of the book lost its appeal, leaving Concubine Pei unable to sleep late at night, with a sense of emptiness and helplessness in her heart.

It was late at night and the concubine tossed and turned in bed. Finally, she got up and felt a splitting headache and discomfort all over her body.

Inside the house, smoke was curling up from the incense burner, mixed with a faint fragrance. Concubine Pei sniffed it inadvertently, frowned slightly, and felt puzzled. She walked closer to check the incense burner. Everything seemed normal, so she felt relieved and gently covered the lid of the burner. Her actions revealed her usual caution and delicacy.

As a member of the royal family, she was used to being cautious in everything. Her diet, residence, and even every inch of the corner were all carefully arranged and scrutinized, leaving no opportunity for any conspiracy.

However, tonight seemed different. Not only was she having trouble sleeping, but she was also suffering from an unprecedented headache, which made the usually calm and composed concubine feel uneasy and worried.

Moving step by step to the edge of the bed, she uncovered the soft quilt, and a shocking blood-red color came into view - a coral hairpin lay there quietly, and the blood-red coral reflected an enchanting light under the candlelight, which was shocking.

In an instant, the toffee's face turned pale as paper, and her usually calm eyes were now filled with fear, as if there was a wild beast eager to escape hidden in her eyes, struggle and fear intertwined.

At this moment, a long and vague memory came flooding back like a tide, drowning her.

In her memory, she was a newcomer in the workplace who was about to embark on a new life, but on the way she unexpectedly met a female classmate whose family was broken up because of her during her school days. The woman pushed her into the busy street with a vengeful madness.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and then there was intense pain and darkness swallowing me.

When she woke up, she was in a strange ancient jungle, facing a woman in ancient costume who claimed to be her master.

The story takes a turn from here. She becomes a time traveler named Qin Nianxi, and the injured woman in front of her is her new identity - Pei Jingliu, the concubine of the Pei family.

After encountering bandits, they were rescued by a passing hunter and escaped.

Qin Nianxi was filled with resentment and resentment about this gap in status. She didn't understand why her own time-travel journey was so unbearable, while others' journeys were always successful.

Faced with Pei Jingliu's care and tenderness, Qin Nianxi's heart was filled with complex emotions.

She hardened her heart and decided to change her destiny and take advantage of every possibility.

At a moment when no one was paying attention, she suddenly turned her wrist, snatched the red coral hairpin on Pei Jingliu's head, and stabbed Pei Jingliu's chest without hesitation. Her action was so decisive, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction and unwillingness here.

Blood bloomed, Pei Jingliu's eyes were full of disbelief, her life force quickly drained away, she tightly grasped Qin Nianxi's hand, and uttered a few words with difficulty: "Why? Why do you treat me like this?"

Qin Nianxi sneered, her eyes full of cold determination: "No reason, just blame yourself for your bad luck in meeting me!"

This scene was cruel and desperate. There was no mercy in Qin Nianxi's eyes. She continued her movements. Every stab was an expression of her past identity as a "maid". Every sound of flesh being torn was like an accusation against her unwilling fate.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, but Qin Nianxi seemed to have found some kind of twisted satisfaction in this cruelty.

Finally, Pei Jingliu's body fell down weakly, her clear eyes gradually lost their luster, but she always kept her eyes fixed on Qin Nianxi. Before she died, she used up her last bit of strength and murmured, "You... are not her..."

These words were like a heavy hammer that hit Qin Nianxi's heart, making her even more angry. She raised the blood-stained hairpin again, aiming directly at Pei Jingliu's beautiful and innocent face.

Time and again, her movements became mechanical and blind, and she kept repeating: "That's right, I'm not her. From now on, I'm you, Pei Jingliu!"

As the hairpin was deeply inserted into the ground, Qin Nianxi's revenge reached its climax. Pei Jingliu's life was completely extinguished at this moment, leaving only the pair of eyes that refused to close, as if telling of endless sorrow and unwillingness.

Qin Nianxi, who had accomplished all this, stood on the blood-stained ground, her hands stained with traces of sin. She calmly dragged Pei Jingliu's body into the depths of the dense forest and buried it with her own hands, trying to erase all traces.

At this moment, Concubine Pei was standing beside the bed that had once carried countless warmth and conspiracies, tightly holding a red coral hairpin that was extremely similar to the one Qin Nianxi used that day. The trembling of her fingers revealed her inner shock and sadness.

The hairpin seemed to have become a clue connecting the past and the present, silently telling a tragic song about identity dislocation and the struggle against fate.

In a trance, she seemed to travel through time and space, and witnessed her hands stained with blood. The hideous red color seemed to be alive, slowly climbing up her arms, making her heart palpitate.

"no no!"

The concubine's fear surged like a tide. She struggled to shake off the hairpin in her hand. It was an exquisite ornament that seemed unusually heavy at the moment. "It wasn't me. It really wasn't me!"

Her voice trembled with unquestionable determination.

"not me!"

The hairpin was like an arrow with a broken string, cutting through the solidified tension in the air and making a crisp sound when it collided with the ground. The echo reverberated in the closed room, as if questioning or wailing.

The toffee's body was shocked and she turned around abruptly, her thoughts like a sea swept by a storm, a chaos.

In her mind, Pei Jingliu's desperate and painful expression was like a brand, lingering and impacting her nerves over and over again.

It was as if she could hear the scream of the dying person, echoing in her ears through the barrier of time and space: "You are not her! Not her! Give the real her back to me! Give her back to me!"

The toffee covered her ears helplessly with her hands, staggered, and retreated step by step, as if this would allow her to escape the heart-wrenching accusation.

Over the years, the lies she carefully wove were like a thick cocoon, wrapping up these memories so deeply that she almost believed the false truth.

However, at this moment, when the past was ruthlessly revealed, it was like a nightmare had found a breach, tearing at her fragile heart.

"Get out! Get away from me! You are just a lowly concubine's daughter! Get out! You are stupid, you deserve it!"

The toffee roared almost hysterically, trying to drive away the suffocating illusions.

But those images were more vivid, following her everywhere, making her feel so miserable that she stepped back again and again, accidentally touching the candle on the corner of the table.

The hot wax splashed onto her skin, and the sudden severe pain made her scream uncontrollably.