On the day of the fire in Chenxiang Pavilion, Xiao Ning supported me and I stood in Zhuangning Palace, listening to the panic shouts that rose and fell in the distance.
After sending someone to find out what happened, I returned to my room.
Unexpectedly, although Empress Hua was stupid and incompetent, she finally did something earth-shattering before her death.
It was worth it that I went to see her one last time and gave her some advice.
However, although I thought I had planned everything, the palace was still in chaos in the second half of the night. Aman, who was sent out to chase Concubine Wang, came back and said that Mu Chenshuang had escaped.
I was so angry that I smashed the blue and white porcelain cup to pieces.
Xiao Ning came forward and helped me calm down, and I felt a little more at ease.
Anyway, Empress Hua was burned to death, Mu Chenshuang fled to the ends of the earth, and among the remaining concubines, none of them can compete with me for the phoenix crown.
I suddenly remembered some past events.
My father is clearly a first-rank tutor, but he has no real power and stays at home all year round.
At the other end of the street corner is the Washington Palace. As soon as I open the window in my boudoir, I can see the magnificent Washington Palace, which is bustling with people every day.
Some of them had sad faces, some were flattering, some were full of confidence, and some were worried, but in short, they were all going to visit the person inside - the powerful minister Hua Xiang.
My father obviously has a higher official rank, but our house seems like an uninhabited place. Sparrows fly in front of the door from time to time and jump for half a day.
My mother once took me on a carriage to the Treasure Pavilion in the capital to pick out some jewelry. When I was about to reach out to grab a golden phoenix hairpin, my hand was stopped by another wrist as white as a lotus root.
She handed the hairpin to the maid beside her as if she didn't see me at all: "Buy it."
I looked at her unwillingly, but she didn't even glance at me. She seemed to be used to holding her head high.
I clutched my dress tightly when I heard my mother calling me, "Come, Wan'er, come to see Madam Lian."
A Niang is a very gentle and even weak person.
I don't know why, but I feel like she's a bit servile in front of everyone, which I really don't like.
As for my father, he seems to be a carefree and unrestrained person, indifferent to fame and fortune.
There is a reason why our Liu Mansion is deserted.
On the surface, I still appeared as gentle and charming as they hoped, and timidly called out, "Hello, Mrs. Lian."
Mrs. Lian responded and then nonchalantly called her daughter, "Feng'er, come here and meet someone."
"Wait until I finish picking out the jewelry!" A familiar, coquettish voice came from the person who had just snatched my hairpin.
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Lian gave us a perfunctory smile and said, "Then I'll go find her."
After saying that, she and the maid walked towards the store.
The mother didn't even want to greet us, and the daughter didn't seem to want to pay any attention to us. Why was my mother still licking my face?
I was unhappy, but my mother didn't seem to understand why I wasn't sad. Instead, she said in the carriage, "That was the wife of Prime Minister Hua."
Oh, really? It’s Hwa Sang again.
At that time, Hua Xiang was almost equivalent to the supreme power. It turns out that power can bring so many things.
Others' servility, other people's humbleness, and the arrogance of not caring about what others do.
It seemed like something was growing secretly in my heart, clamoring wildly.
When I woke up, Zhuang Ning Palace was still as quiet as usual. After the fire yesterday, the harem needed to be reorganized. I slowly lifted the veil in front of the mirror and gently stroked my face.
I began to imagine this face as being like that of Empress Hua, with bright red lip rouge, pink powder, and then wearing a dazzling phoenix crown.
Mother of the country.
I also want to see people bowing down before me, trying hard to please me, and being servile before me.
I also want to keep my chin up and look down on others.
But I didn't receive the news of the empress's enthronement. Instead, I received the news that the emperor was seriously ill.
I accidentally dropped another blue and white porcelain cup, and it shattered into pieces with a "clang".
I never thought Song Heng would be so infatuated that he would brave the flames and give up his kingdom for Mu Chenshuang! ?
Still, I never really saw through him.
The concubines in the harem began to run to Zhuangning Palace to cry. They said that the emperor was getting worse day by day and they did not want to be buried with him.
For the first time, I lost my temper in front of them and kicked everyone out.
A bunch of crying bastards.
I clenched my fists and, as always, asked Xiao Ning to put on the simplest and most plain makeup for me so that I could go to Chengqing Palace to meet Song Heng.
Before I even entered, I heard bursts of coughing, and the magnificent room was filled with the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine.
"Your Majesty, may you be well." I knelt before the bed, intending to urge His Majesty to take good care of his illness. But before I could open my mouth, I heard Song Heng's hoarse voice: "Concubine Liu De, I will be dismissing the harem soon. I'll have to trouble you to make arrangements."
My whole body froze: "Your Majesty!"
"I once promised to give you peace, ahem." Song Heng didn't even look at me from behind the pale yellow gauze curtain. "After I leave, I will confer a title on your father."
Give my father a title!? He's like that, even if he had hundreds of servants and thousands of chariots and horses, he wouldn't even enjoy it! He just spends all day flipping through books and reciting poems! Giving him a title is nothing more than another empty title!?
My teeth were about to bite my lips until they bled, but I could only force myself to say, "Thank you, Lord."
Crazy! All crazy!
The concubines were all overjoyed when they knew they didn't have to be buried alive and could return home.
But when I thought of the deserted and empty Liu Mansion, I didn’t want to go back at all.
I will continue to act like a well-educated, gentle and charming person in front of them, and I will continue to imitate my father's selfless and indifferent attitude towards fame and fortune.
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