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On the day of the snow, I was beaten half to death by my father and thrown in the ancestral hall, he said, this is what happens when you disobey him. Aunt stole medicine and food over at night, saw me covered in wounds, cried and swollen eyes, but could not do anything about it, could only whisper curses at this seemingly puritanical family of books, did not dare to have a half resistance. Auntie wiped her tears and put medicine on my body, "Missy wants to labor for her freedom, and if she doesn't want to go to the palace, she will stay...