Jing Le transmigrated into a book.
She became the cannon fodder true princess whose identity was usurped by the female lead, nearly dying at birth.
Rescued by a kind monk, she awakened ...
The Third Prince, not to be outdone, squeezed next to Jing Le, having long forgotten his father's majesty: "That's right, Lele, from now on I'm your third brother, and I'll protect you."
Looking at this troublesome third prince, the emperor seriously doubted whether it was really a good idea to leave Jing Le in Xuanhua Palace.
"OK."
I was always your daughter.
"Mother, Father, Brother."
Thus, Jing Le stayed at Xuanhua Palace on the first day, and on the second day, the powerful ministers all learned that the Emperor had recognized Master Liaowu's disciple as a princess and bestowed upon her the title of Anle.
Of course, that's a story for another time.
On the other side.
Inside the Kunning Palace store.
"Your Majesty, the person has been taken to the dark room," Wu Mama said respectfully to the Empress at the head of the table.
She had always known the Empress's character. Today she had made a big mistake. If it weren't for the fact that she was the Empress's wet nurse, she would have suffered at least a beating.
Fortunately, someone took the blame for her.
"Now that they've arrived, let's go." The Empress had regained her composure, but beneath that composure lay madness.
He waved his hand, got up, and walked towards the darkroom.
A pile of dust remained on the table, and one of the Queen's finger guards was missing.
Darkroom.
This was specially reserved by the Empress. Usually, disobedient palace maids and eunuchs would be locked up here. If they died, they would be dragged out. No one cared if there were fewer palace maids and eunuchs.
This was also the Empress's torture chamber.
The room was filled with all sorts of instruments of torture, including whips and branding irons.
Jing Jiayue, who was originally preparing to rest, was brought here by the Empress's assassins. Her pupils shrank sharply. She had heard of the existence of the dark room and knew that entering it meant certain death. Did the Empress want to kill her?
No, that's impossible; I'm still useful.
Thinking of this, I calmed myself down a bit.
The Empress walked in at that moment.
“Jiayue, is this your first time in the darkroom? Granny Wu, teach her the manners.”
"Yes." Granny Wu bowed and walked towards Jing Jiayue.
Jing Jiayue's pupils contracted sharply, her small body trembled violently, and her tender little hands clenched tightly.
"Mother, what are you doing?"