Chapter 3: A Phoenix in distress is not as good as a chicken
But the gorgeous red wedding dress on the bed stung her eyes severely. She smiled sinisterly and looked away.
The woman in palace clothes looked at everything around her, tutted her tongue, and smiled sarcastically.
The little girl seemed to be startled and turned around reflexively.
The gorgeous formation behind seemed to shock her, and she could only open her mouth stupidly and look at it with dull eyes.
"Um--"
The person on the bed let out a small painful groan, and the little girl was immediately awakened. Her eyes were full of fear, but she looked at the person on the bed again.
She gritted her teeth, even though she knew that the person looking at their misery in front of her was not a good person, but for the sake of the young lady, she couldn't care so much.
The princess was already frail and sick, and she thought she would be able to stay with her beloved emperor for the rest of her life after marrying her. However, after Shiye's favor, she was suddenly thrown into the cold palace. The usually weak girl could only put on that wedding dress to try to save the emperor's favor.
Heart.
But all they got was a clear imperial edict.
After staying in the cold palace for more than three months, they experienced what it means to be a phoenix in distress and not as good as a chicken, and they experienced all the warmth and coldness of human relationships.
It was so cold at night that her hands and feet trembled, and the food she ate was worse than that of a dog. From time to time, palace servants came in to provoke her. Every time she asked the young lady, the young lady just cried and couldn't say anything.
In this way, my health is getting worse day by day, and the weather is too cold. There are no heaters, quilts, or warm beds here.
Her princess... is about to die——
The little girl crawled over slowly with a trembling body, hitting her forehead with a thud on the floor.
"Concubine Zeng, please save our young lady, she is about to... die."
A smile appeared on Concubine Zeng's beautiful face, and her eyes gradually filled up.
Jiang Yuan, you finally have this day.
"Of course - I will take good care of my sister. Didn't I bring warm soup to her?"
She waved her hand gently, and a maid behind her respectfully held a steaming bowl.
In the past few months, the little girl has learned how to read people's expressions and expressions. When she saw that vicious smile, her face gradually became desperate.
That... must not be given to the princess to drink——