Once transmigrated, two lifetimes old, the young miss from a modern ancient Chinese medicine family, Murong, after a long time, opened her eyes and found that she had become an ancient version of the receiving bag, she resolutely said, "My life is my decision." From then on. She had a hypocritical stepmother who let you know why the flowers were so red. "Little sister Er Dou Hua, let's see how you dare to be cocky in front of me in the future." Father San Dou, you're heartless to me, so don't blame me for being unjust and end your official journey. Today, you all love to ignore me, but tomorrow I will make it so that you all can't climb any higher, but I don't want to make a mistake by provoking a certain kind of evil man, and from then on, I will be dead.