Prince An did not let his two daughters answer immediately.

　　They had a day to think about it.

　　I was about to talk to them, but Prince An grabbed my wrist.

　　"Queen, both sides of a hand are meat.

　　I can't bear to see you in a difficult situation.

　　It's better to let them discuss it themselves.

　　Come, accompany me to the ancestral temple." I rarely saw the scene of Prince An divining and praying.

　　It was actually quite boring, with many formalities and rituals.

　　The ancestral temple was filled with the fragrance of incense, unusually quiet.

　　Prince An changed the tube to the one I gave him, not caring that the old one was left aside.

　　When he did these things, he was solemn and serious, neither kind nor indifferent, mechanically completing each step.

　　After handing over today's divination message to the royal envoy from the palace, he took my hand and became interested, "Queen, have you ever divined? How about drawing a stick? I'll help you interpret." I didn't believe in these things, but seeing his excitement, I shook the tube and picked up a fallen stick, asking, "Bing Wu, middle fortune.

　　Is this a good fortune?" Prince An interpreted the stick, "Tiger, horse, and dog years are obstructed, pig, rat, and ox months gradually prosper.

　　Meeting the Jade Rabbit and Golden Rooster, withered wood blooms in spring.

　　This stick...

　　it means that the timing is not right, it shouldn't be forced.

　　What do you want to do, Queen?" What I wanted was to find the previous Prince An, my search.

　　Is the timing not right? I casually lied, "I want to find a suitable husband for Shan Shan.

　　It seems that the timing is not right.

　　Instead of accepting the marriage proposal, it's better to reject it for now..." Suddenly, a servant rushed in panicking, "Your Highness, Your Majesty, something bad has happened! The two young ladies are fighting!" Our faces changed, and we hurriedly went there.

　　They said they were fighting, but it was actually Shan Shan bullying Jiao Jiao.

　　The servant briefly explained what happened on the way.

　　It turned out that Jiao Jiao mentioned various rumors about the Sirong tribe, how desolate and harsh it was, how they killed people without blinking, how they survived on blood and fur...

　　it was very frightening.

　　"Sister, you are of noble birth, how can you suffer in such a place? I will go and talk to Father about going for the marriage.

　　Sister, you can go find the person you love." It was this sentence that angered Shan Shan.

　　She slapped her and cursed at her.

　　"Stop pretending here!"

　　"Marry me? You clearly want to become a princess and suppress me! Do you think I don't know? The prince of Sirong is handsome and talented, and he will inherit the throne in the future.

　　Marrying him is not a compromise, you want to be the future queen of Sirong! When I and Wang An arrived, we saw her slap Jiaojiao in the face, saying fiercely, 'There is a difference between the legitimate and the illegitimate.

　　You, a commoner, dare to aspire to become a princess? Humph, I won't give you this opportunity!' Jiaojiao's face was swollen, her eyes were red, and she sobbed, 'No...

　　that's not what I meant, sister, you misunderstood...'"

　　"Previously, I would have mistaken Jiaojiao for deliberately acting pitiful.

　　But after eavesdropping on her conversation with Wang An that night, I knew that she genuinely didn't want Shanshan to jump into the fire pit.

　　It was Shanshan...

　　the girl I raised, who was optimistic, kind-hearted, confident, and compassionate towards others.

　　She was not this selfish, ignorant, arrogant, and indiscriminate transmigrated woman.

　　How could she be proud to marry a foreign prince and become a foreign queen? That country is our enemy! Does she even know which nation she belongs to? Disgraceful! At that moment, I knew she wouldn't live much longer.

　　Wang An wouldn't tolerate any transmigrated girl pointing fingers at him, at the Wang Residence, or at this era.

　　I glanced at Wang An and saw the undisguised contempt on his face, as expected.

　　Even I closed my eyes in disappointment.

　　But I still kept Jiaojiao locked up, living with me, warning her to control her temperament and not provoke the prince.

　　After all, she is still young and has room for guidance.

　　But Jiaojiao insisted on running away, saying, 'Mother, don't be deceived by Jiaojiao.

　　She pretends to be a pitiful flower, but she's actually a vicious supporting character! She wants to take away my fortune!' I held her back and said, 'Where did you hear such nonsense? Jiaojiao is protecting you!' 'That's how it's written in books...

　　Oh, Mother, you don't understand, I need to tell Father!'" Shanshan knocked me unconscious and ran out.

　　Three days later, the servants came crying to report that the princess had drowned in the well.

　　I went to see the body expressionlessly.

　　My daughter lay wet and lifeless on the ground, the servants kneeling far away, not daring to look up.

　　Jiaojiao cried behind Wang An, her eyes filled with fear intensifying as she looked at his back.

　　Is she also afraid? Afraid of her own father? I held Shan's body tightly and closed my eyes deeply.

　　Then I cried bitterly.

　　My last attachment in this era is gone.

　　Someone replaced my search, and I don't know where.

　　Only an annoying shell remains.

　　Shan's soul has dispersed, and now even her physical body has lost its warmth.

　　I have become a wandering ghost in this era, in the vast Wang Residence.

　　Finally, I can be ruthless and seek revenge.