"What is the original owner's request?" Mingyue asked.

"If you want revenge, let King Xinyang pay for his life with his life!" Fang Tou replied.

Mingyue secretly praised, if you want to take revenge, you like this, "No problem! Kill King Xinyang, how to deal with the Xu family, kill them too?"

"No! After all, they are biological mother and daughter. The original owner never thought of killing her. She was just too disappointed and refused to recognize her as her mother anymore. She will be satisfied if she can avenge her blood!"

"The mission is over, will she come back?" Mingyue asked again.

Fang Tou paused for a moment, "The original owner's only thought is revenge. All her relatives are dead, and her living mother is a stranger to her. When the big revenge is avenged, she doesn't know where to go. It depends on whether she comes back or not!"

Mingyue could understand that the original owner had experienced family changes at a young age, and it was an ancient time that was not friendly to women. When doing tasks, she had to consider how to arrange her.

"Who is the heroine of this story? Let me guess, the peerless beauty Xu! No, it should be her daughter Li Jiao'e!" Mingyue was determined.

Fang Tou said nervously: "What happened to the original owner's family has nothing to do with the heroine."

Mingyue sneered, "Don't you know that father's debt should be repaid by daughter?"

"But when the tragedy happened, the heroine was not born yet. It really has nothing to do with her. Please be careful not to hurt the heroine!" Fang Tou said in an impatient tone, fearing that Mingyue would be impulsive.

Mingyue secretly sneered, "Okay then, you can get out!"

At this time, the original owner had been hungry for several meals, and his clothes were thin and wet. He must have been cold and hungry after going out.

In the plot, she was killed by the fat lady yesterday, and she deserves revenge.

Mingyue was not in a hurry to get out of the space, so she meditated and adjusted her breath first. There was a bit of aura in the ancient world. After meditating all night, she felt much better.

It's daybreak. In the early morning of the twelfth lunar month of winter, the sun has just risen and it's still very cold outside.

Fortunately, Mingyue has practiced and is out of space, so she can still bear the cold.

The throne of Xinyang is very powerful, and the palace is built similar to the imperial palace, but on a smaller scale. This is the most remote place where the laundry room of the palace is located.

There are rows of clothes drying racks beside the well, and only Mingyue is empty.

There were two large baskets of dirty clothes at her feet. The original owner was the lowest-level slave. Their clothes were very expensive, so it was not her turn to wash them.

These are the clothes of the lower-class servants and women in the house. They are dirty, greasy and difficult to wash.

The original owner was assigned to the laundry room, where there was an endless amount of dirty clothes washed every day, and someone was always supervising him.

In order to take revenge, he endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden. He washed his clothes in ice water in the middle of winter, suffered from lack of food and clothing, and was tortured miserably. It is his belief in revenge that sustains him until now.

She was squeezed to work during the day, and at night she was thinking about how to get close to her enemies and how to get revenge.

I tried many methods including using a knife, poisoning, and setting fire, but none of them worked.

Her identity was exposed, and there were countless eyes staring at her. She couldn't see King Xinyang at all, so how could she talk about revenge.

We can only lie dormant, work hard and without complaint, and hope that those people will relax their vigilance and start plotting again.

It was good to imagine, and I had the extravagant hope that my mother would be able to reminisce about her old feelings and not ask her to do it herself, just give her a chance.

It's a pity that Mrs. Xu was so cruel. She knew that her own daughter was in the house, doing the most tiring work, but she never thought of taking care of her.

If the princess doesn't care, the servants will naturally oppress her in various ways, making the original owner miserable and accumulating hatred, but there is nothing she can do.

In the end, he was killed alive.

Mingyue didn't wait long when a person came from a row of bungalows in the distance. It was the fat woman from yesterday.

The mother-in-law's surname is Qian, and she is a steward in the laundry room. She is determined to climb up the ladder, and is specially assigned to the original owner to do dirty work to train her, show her loyalty to the prince, and hope to be promoted.

Yesterday, I was very unhappy when I beat someone but couldn't fight back. She came to find trouble early in the morning. She walked over quickly.

"Damn girl, have your clothes been washed? Why don't you hang them up quickly? They're all waiting to be worn!"

She cursed all the way, and Mingyue stood at the edge of the frozen well, looking at her coldly.

"Are you deaf when I talk to you? If you don't work, you won't be able to eat!" Mrs. Qian became more and more annoyed when she saw her lowering her head and saying nothing, and rushed over quickly with her skirt in hand.

Feng Mingyue is the daughter of the princess’s ex-husband.

This is a disgrace to the prince. This kind of person should not be alive. But the princess has spoken and cannot be killed directly.

The housekeeper left her in the backyard and tortured her at will, letting the prince vent his anger. The servants took advantage of the situation and oppressed her in various ways.

The harder she tortures her, the happier the prince will be when he finds out, and he might be able to promote her to serve in the main courtyard.

The more Mrs. Qian thought about it, the more excited she became. She ran over very early in the morning and wanted to teach the little girl a lesson.

When I got there, I saw that the two baskets of clothes were the same as yesterday. They had not been touched at all. They immediately exploded and said, "Damn girl, the clothes are not washed. What are you going to eat? Let's see if I don't beat you to death today!"

Raise your palms and fan yourself towards the bright moon.

Just as she was waiting, Ming Yue smiled coldly, stepped aside to avoid him, and at the same time stretched out her legs to trip him up.

Plop! Mrs. Qian couldn't stand firmly, tripped and fell into the well.

This is how the original owner died tragically, let the culprit also have a taste of this!

In the dead of winter, if she fell into a well, she would be seriously ill even if she was rescued in time. There was only a bright moon beside the well at this moment, so she was just waiting to die.

Mrs. Qian was a fat woman. She struggled desperately after falling into the water, and saw a small face as big as a palm exposed at the mouth of the well.

Mingyue smiled and said, "Manager Qian was too careless. The edge of the well is covered with ice. At such an old age, he can't even walk. Look, it's not a slip. He fell in!"

Gulu! Gulu! Gulu!

"Help! Help!" Mrs. Qian was no longer arrogant and domineering at the moment, her face was pale as she read a book.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!" Mingyue smiled even deeper.

"Help me! Help me quickly!" Mrs. Qian knew how to use a dog paddle, but the walls of the well were so smooth that there was nowhere to climb, and there was no one to help, so it was impossible to get up.

The water in the well was warmer, but it was a cold day in the twelfth lunar month. It would be strange if it wasn't cold when I fell into the well. I had to rely on the fat on my body to survive.

In the blink of an eye, her hair and eyebrows were covered in ice, her lips were pale, and it looked like she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"Save me, save me quickly!"

The cold air entered her body, and she trembled, "Ming, Ming, Yue, girl, hurry up, help me, I, I, was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!"

Mingyue had a smile on her face and cold eyes, "I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me. I am the daughter of Princess Xinyang, and her blood is flowing on my body. Although the stepdaughter of King Xinyang is a prostitute, she is also of high status.

master!"

Her words stirred up the stiff Mrs. Qian, and she yelled with all her strength: "Yes! Please, please, Master, please be merciful, save, save this slave!"

Mingyue smiled sadly, "You are a lowly woman, you want your master to save you, you want to eat your shit!" She actually turned around and left.

Mrs. Qian's heart sank at the bottom of the well. She struggled desperately and called for help, but no one responded.

Wearing a heavy cotton coat, she flopped for a while and then gradually sank.

Mingyue has already reached the back room, where the slaves in the laundry room live.

The original owner was given special care. There was no room for her in that house. She could only huddle under the steps on weekdays. It was too cold. The original owner was so cold that she secretly got into the firewood pile.

At this time, it was just dawn, and the slaves in the laundry room had already gotten up, and they were busy dressing, washing, and getting ready for work.

(
Chapter completed!