It was night, Nan Qing was drinking wine by the window and sorting out the memory of the original owner.
The original owner was seven years older than the empress. The empress was now sixteen. She had grown up and had ambitions. Some of the courtiers who had been submissive to the original owner also wavered and started to lean towards the empress.
On the surface, the empress has no interest in court affairs, but secretly she is scheming and murdering the original owner.
Er Er: "The empress is the heroine of the world. There are many male heroes in this world. The son of the prime minister, the son of the minister, and even the top brothel are all the male heroes of the world. The heroine finally defeated you and the male partner, and embarked on a happy life with a group of male protagonists.
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"...."
Is this the heroine 1vn?
Nan Qing took a sip of wine: "Not only do I want to resolve the hatred with the male partner and change the ending with him, do I also want to play tricks with the empress? She is the heroine, and I can't knock her down.
I can't be beaten by her. If I lose, I will die."
The world is a little messed up.
"Come on." Er Erping said calmly.
"But I like this noble status. There is no fine wine in the world that I can't drink."
"..."
Er Er shut down his phone.
Nan Qing finished her drink and went to bed. The signs of poisoning had disappeared and she could have a good sleep tonight.
If this little white-eyed wolf dares to poison her again, she will poison him even more severely, as long as the poison does not kill him.
Er Er turned off his phone and had no idea about Nan Qing's little idea of holding a grudge.
In the dead of night, Zi, dressed in black, came back from doing errands. He returned to the house with the smell of blood on his body.
There was a lamp burning in the room, and the light was a little dim.
As a personal maid, Ziqing's house was quite nice and everything was not lacking.
He took out the wound medicine and sat at the table to apply the medicine. When he took off his bloody clothes, they were still attached to the flesh. His fair face was covered with cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and cleaned the wound himself and applied the medicine.
He has many scars on his body, all from working for Nan Linhuang over the years.
If a man has scars on his body, he can't even hope to marry into a good family, let alone his wife who will pamper him.
Ziqing had given up hope of getting married, he just wanted revenge.
These injuries were all worth it. He had gone through life and death in exchange for Nan Linhuang's trust. He is now her most important chess piece and confidant.
Sooner or later he will be able to kill her.
The poisoning a few days ago was too impulsive, and Ziqing regretted it. Fortunately, Nan Linhuang was not dead yet.
He couldn't get close to the empress in the palace, but he could use Nan Linhuang's hand to kill the empress. If he could blow more wind, he could reap the benefits of watching these two people confront each other tit for tat.
Ziqing put on his clothes. He stood up and took out a jade pendant from a hidden box. This was his mother's jade pendant...
"Mother, father, I will definitely kill the descendants of Nanlin and avenge my family."
A mother's debt is paid by her son...
...
"Your Highness has risen."
Before Nan Qing opened his eyes, he felt someone helping him up, and then a beautiful maid came forward to dress him.
She opened her arms, and the handsome young man beside her helped her get dressed, and fastened the belt around her waist without squinting.
"Are you hurt?"
Ziqing was stunned. He didn't expect that she would say this when there were other people around, and he didn't expect that she would ask him about his injury.
Ziqing smiled and replied in a low voice: "I was pricked by a flower branch."
"Be careful in the future."
"yes."
Waiting for the eldest princess, she got up, tied her hair, and had breakfast. She had no bath today and did not have to go to court. After breakfast, Nan Qing went into the study.
A group of waiting male maids began to perform their duties, and Ziqing took a cloth and wiped the vases and screen shelves in the room.
A sharp voice from the side said: "Ziqing, where are you injured? Doesn't it matter where you were pricked by a flower branch?"
The words are caring, but the tone is obviously sarcastic.
Ziqing ignored him.
Yajun couldn't stand his behavior the most. He looked cold and indifferent, but every time he was in front of the princess, he was charming and attentive.
"Some people are good-looking and have a good heart, and they don't even care what they look like. How can any woman with this figure like him? His Highness is so kind-hearted. Some people really think that they can get on His Highness's bed?"
"
Zi Qing was very tall, which was always a point of ridicule for them. Women would not like a man with such a figure.
If ordinary women look down upon her, His Highness will look down upon her even more.
Ziqing glanced at them coolly: "All the work is done?"