"My father didn't value me much, and although my stepmother didn't like me, she never mistreated me with my monthly allowance. That's how I grew up."

Meeting the Ninth Prince was probably the greatest blessing of my life, but it also used up all my courage. I boldly pursued him every day, knowing that it drew ridicule from many people, but I don't regret marrying him later.

But desire is boundless. After becoming his concubine, I wanted even more. The arrival of Consort Dong'e brought me to my senses for a moment. Then someone spoke to me, and I wavered. I knew the soup someone had brought was poisoned. I lied and continued to pretend to be calm as I served it to her. His Majesty found out. He spilled the soup and banished me to the Cold Palace.

“I didn’t explain. The Cold Palace was very dilapidated, covered with cobwebs and rats. The only one willing to stay with me was a maid named A’an, who was a little maid I rescued when I first became a concubine. She was scolded by the eunuch for knocking over a bottle, and I took pity on her and let her stay in my palace as a third-class maid. I never expected that later, she would be the only one in my palace willing to stay with me, not even Qingliu, who came to the palace with me.”

“The days in the cold palace were very difficult. A’an often told me about her childhood... I thought we would be like this forever, but A’an died. She died on the way to protect me.”

"Her blood was so red that it hurt my eyes. I pushed the corpse away and died with her in my arms."

At this point, Song Wanwan's face was already streaked with tears. She smiled and said, "My lord, I don't regret meeting the Ninth Prince or His Majesty in this life. I hate myself for not guarding my heart. My mother told me before she passed away that I should uphold the dignity of a noble lady, but I failed to do so. Your Majesty, I am too tired of loving. In the next life, I don't want to revolve only around Your Majesty. I want A'an to live a peaceful and happy life, instead of eking out a miserable existence in that cold palace."

"So these are your wishes?" Qingyin asked the woman earnestly.

Song Wanwan nodded, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

"Go lie down in the river, and when you wake up you will see everything you want."

"Thank you, sir."

The warm river water enveloped the woman's body, causing her slightly furrowed brows to relax unconsciously.

Since the wisher had already lay down, she wouldn't delay any longer. Qingyin walked to the other side of the River of Time and lay down.

After a period of dizziness.

In the dilapidated and desolate palace, a woman with her black hair casually draped over her shoulders and a graceful figure squatted on the ground in an unseemly manner. Her thick eyelashes were lowered, and her eyebrows were fixed on a patch of land that had just sprouted a little.

The woman, Qingyin, had been in this body for two or three days. When she first arrived, she realized that she had transmigrated to the time when the original owner of the body had been banished to the cold palace.

Qingyin was well aware of her bad luck. Oh well, even if she was in the Cold Palace, she could still get out.

Life in the Cold Palace was terrible. When she first arrived, this body was never full and even fell seriously ill. She developed a fever at night, and Qingyin quickly gave her a health-strengthening pill and a beauty pill, which brought her temperature down rapidly.

The original owner's maid, A'an, was farsighted. She used her own money to buy some seeds and cleared a plot of land in a courtyard of the Cold Palace to grow some vegetables.

The sprouts in front of Qingyin were planted by the little girl.

Looking at these plump, white sprouts, Qingyin nodded in satisfaction. No wonder she watered them with nutrient water from the system shop every day.

"Your Highness, how could you come out? You've just recovered from your illness. What if you catch a cold and it gets worse?"

A young girl in a light blue palace dress ran over, her face full of anxiety. She kept pulling Qingyin up with her hands, trying to help her into the house.

The person who came was A'an, who had been following the original body. A'an was not good-looking; her ordinary face was made to look rather ugly by some freckles. She was about one centimeter shorter than this body, and was about 1.6 meters tall.

"It's okay, I feel a bit better. It was stuffy inside, so I came out for some fresh air."

Qingyin wiped the sweat from the little girl's face and comforted her.

Seeing that the Empress said this, A'an changed his mind and stopped urging Qingyin to go back to her room to rest.

However, being diligent, she brought out the only stool from the house for Qingyin to sit on.

This stool was the only relatively intact one the little girl found in the remote and dilapidated courtyard. Only one leg was missing a corner. Fortunately, the little girl's father was a carpenter who had taught her some skills before they fled the famine. She found a stick and repaired it. Although it wasn't pretty, it was still usable.

Sitting on the stool, Qingyin also reviewed her current living environment.

Aside from her, who had just entered, and was now the new emperor's concubine, the rest of the concubines in the Cold Palace were either deposed or mentally unstable. As far as she knew, the concubine next door was Consort Ling, a favorite of the late emperor. It seemed that she had been banished to the Cold Palace by the late emperor for harming a prince. The last time Qingyin saw her, she was a person with a dirty face, smiling foolishly at her. However, in the past two days, Qingyin had vaguely sensed that something was wrong with that person.

Qingyin didn't really need to care too much about these neighbors.

The concubines in the Cold Palace had eunuchs deliver their meals three times a day. However, the quality of the food depended on the eunuchs' conscience, but it was mostly not good. A coarse grain bun a day was considered good. If they wanted to eat something better, they had to have money to buy it.

At noon, Qingyin went with A'an to get her lunch.

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