The prince lacks training: the royal concubine

Hai Weilan dreamed about her previous life!

The skinny child clung to her tightly, lowered his voice and asked shyly, "Can I call you sister?"

"Okay!" She patted his head, feeling a little sour in her heart.A child as old as him should be pampered by his parents, cared by his grandparents, and a group of good friends. Crazy and play together, and live happily every day.But he could only stay in the empty research room, being manipulated by those indifferent people and cold machines.

"Sister!" The child called out sweetly.

Before she had time to agree, she heard a sonorous shout from the darkness: "Don't move!" [

Everything was repeating itself, the shaking red dots, piercing gunshots, the child's body leaning back, pale face, and the silent words: "Sister, I really don't want to be a genius!"

In fact, she doesn't want to either!

In an empty laboratory, a tall man wearing a mask put a thick stack of drawings in front of her, "Look!" There was no warmth in her eyes, as if she was not a person, but a machine.

"I don't want to read it!" She threw the blueprint on the ground and yelled hysterically, "He's dead, that child is dead, right in front of me. It's all your fault, you forced him to death... now You come to force me again, aren’t you human? Don’t you have feelings?”

The man didn't move, and his eyes didn't change at all, "You have to look, you have no other choice. If you want to blame, blame you for being different from others!" He turned and left after speaking.

"Bastard, you are all bastards!" She grabbed the cup and slammed it hard at his back, but it was a pity that it was made of paper and couldn't kill anyone.Since the child's accident, they replaced everything she could touch with harmless ones. Even the walls, floors, and her teeth were covered with special materials.

They were afraid that she would commit suicide!

She smiled coldly with tears in her eyes, you can control my life, but you cannot control my life.My life has always been mine, not anyone else's.

She picked up the scattered drawings one by one, and quickly folded them with complicated techniques. Soon, it became a slender paper cone, as hard as iron.

She slowly raised the paper cone, pointed it at her heart, and stabbed it mercilessly!

Warm blood spurted from her chest, but she couldn't feel the slightest pain. She smiled: "Brother, I'm here to find you. In the next life, we will be real brothers and sisters, not geniuses!"

"Hey, little girl, wake up!" Someone yelled in the ear.

Hai Weilan suddenly opened her eyes, and saw a white head...