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Falling in the Snow Together, Sharing the Same White Hair Novel Cover

Falling in the Snow Together, Sharing the Same White Hair

Adulthood marked the abrupt and stagnant end of my previous life. My final memory is defined by a hostile crowd besieging my estate, throwing filth, and breaching the doors. Driven by malice, they cursed my name and accused me of stealing everything from my sister, Princess Laura. Unable to endure their resentment and desperate to escape the relentless accusations of causing her suffering, I chose to hang myself and end my existence.
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Chapter 3

Before my mother died, she left the white hairpin to me.

She said it was the token of love between her and the King.

But the King never loved her. After all, he never doted on me and was so biased towards Laura.

I wear a white hairpin every day, but the King seemed to have no impression of it, showing no interest in it.

The king never looked at me affectionately, but he looked at Laura like a loving father.

That day, after I got away with Laura's trap, I knew she wouldn't let me off easily.

I patiently waited for her to show her true colors again.

That day came quickly, and her methods were clumsy.

I was pushed to the side of the Concubine Smith by passing by palace maids. The Concubine Smith fell at the right time, pulling me down with her.

And the King happened to pass by here.

Laura spoke in a coquettish manner.

"Linda, why did you collide with Concubine Smith? Oh my, Concubine Smith is bleeding! Linda, you must apologize to the King quickly. Since it's your first offense, the King may go easy on you."

Concubine Smith was the King's new favorite. She was three months pregnant. The king had been longing for this child as he was getting older.

I noticed that a piece of cloth was exposed from the side of Concubine Smith's belly. I pulled it out along with the cushion she had stuffed in there.

"Father, I discovered that Concubine Smith was pretending to be pregnant and deceiving you, the King. It is a great offense to the King! So, I set up an ambush and caught Concubine Smith in the act!"

I knelt on the ground. Every word of mine was resounding.

Laura realized that the situation was not good. She quickly changed her words.

"Laura is clever and astute. She saw through Concubine Smith's deception towards you, the King."

"Concubine Smith must love the King so much to commit such a big mistake. Please show mercy, Father."

The king had come to find faults with me after hearing Laura's words. At this moment, he could only remain silent for a moment.

"Reward her."

"Concubine Smith is demoted and confined for one month."

In my previous life, Laura only told me about everything she had done before she died. Fortunately, she revealed the whole truth before she died. Otherwise, I might not have been able to break this deadlock.

Out of the corners of my eyes, I glanced at Laura, who looked at me with dissatisfaction in her eyes.

I made a gesture and said, 'We'll see."

She became even more resentful.

As Father left, she secretly glanced back at me a few times.

I knew that she would make several tricky moves next.

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