Chapter 405 Liu Qing's Obsession
The sky was still dark and the palace was still floating in the thick darkness.
Outside the Pineapple Palace's bedroom, a team of palace servants slid silently across the cold palace bricks, silently changing shifts with their companions who had been on duty all night.
During the handover, several eyes simultaneously swept over the two tightly closed heavy palace doors. The ear-burning and heart-pounding noise inside had just subsided.
The palace maids on duty dragged their tired steps, following Liu Qing and Dieyi, and walked silently towards the lower rooms where the palace servants lived.
In the dead silent corridor, the only sound was the rustling of skirts rubbing against the ground.
The largest and brightest room in the lower house belongs to Liu Qing and Dieyi.
Several younger palace maids didn't seem sleepy after staying up all night. Instead, they were particularly energetic and followed Liu Qing and the others into their room.
As soon as the door closed, someone couldn't wait to lower their voice, cover their mouth, and their eyes lit up surprisingly:
"Last night... the noise continued all night long. Your Majesty... Your Majesty is truly formidable!"
"Of course!" Another palace maid immediately interjected, her voice filled with uncontrollable envy.
"The Emperor truly dotes on His Majesty. How many years have passed, and His Majesty remains as favored as ever. Is there perhaps no woman in the world happier than His Majesty?"
"Yes, yes!" Several palace maids leaned closer and exclaimed in surprise.
"We, I don't know how many lifetimes we have to burn incense to be blessed with a life like the Empress..."
After envying the Empress, the topic turned to the "good fortune" that they could see.
"Ah, think about Sister Qingzhu and Sister Qingmei, they are also very blessed! One married the commander of the Imperial Guard, Lord Zhang, and the other married the son of the Heyuanpan family. They are both respectable and loving people!"
"That's right! We just need to serve the Empress well, and when we are old enough to leave the palace, the Empress will remember our kindness and maybe even arrange a decent marriage for us. We can live a peaceful and stable life for the rest of our lives, and that would be enough for us!"
The little palace maids chattered, and the small room was filled with their fantasies about the future, like fragile buds on branches in early spring.
No one noticed that Liu Qing, who was standing in the shadow by the window, kept her head down.
She had just taken off her hairstyle, and the scattered hair covered most of her face, revealing only her tightly pursed, bloodless lips.
And the hands in the sleeves - their long, slender fingers were tightly intertwined.
His knuckles were white as if they were about to be crushed.
Five years ago.
She was still as fresh and plump as a flower, and the ever-changing rich and prosperous breeze within the palace walls also stirred the hidden ripples deep in her heart.
Her eyes always involuntarily followed the most noble man in the world.
A dark dragon robe, a figure as tall and straight as a pine tree.
An unintentional glance could make her heart beat like a drum and her cheeks burn.
At that time, her biggest dream was to become the most capable first-class maid beside the Empress, like Qingzhu and Qingmei, and serve her closely.
Because she remembered it clearly—
Once, a palace maid named Xingzhi said to her:
When the Queen is unwell, the senior palace maid will be sent by Her Majesty to relieve Her Majesty's desires.
These words, like a poisonous seed, fell into Liu Qing's young heart.
But what happened later?
Qingzhu left the palace and married Zhang Sicheng, the most capable commander of the imperial guards around the emperor.
Liu Qing only felt a dizzying absurdity at the time—
How could a woman who the emperor had slept with marry someone else? And how could she marry someone close to the emperor?
This completely overturned all her careful imagination and expectations.
Later, Qingmei got married. She married the son of the He Yuanpan family and lived a wealthy and respectable life.
And she, Liu Qing, finally got what she wanted and was promoted to the first-class palace maid beside the empress.
But what comes with the fulfillment of the wish is bone-chilling coldness.
After serving the Empress personally, I saw more and knew more than anyone else.
The Emperor's eyes are always on the Empress alone.
The focus, tenderness and passion in that gaze were never shared with the palace maids who were so close to him.
Not to mention touching it, even taking a second look at it seems unnecessary.
That initial thought, filled with shyness and ambition.
Witnessing it closely day after day and feeling completely hopeless, he was repeatedly beaten, squeezed, and tortured.
However, it has not been extinguished.
Instead, in the ashes of despair, it twisted into a dark and stubborn poisonous fire, burning her internal organs day and night.
Last night, she stood outside the magnificent and heavy palace door, listening to the woman's charming moans and the man's suppressed and powerful heavy breathing escaping from the crack of the door.
That sound, like countless red-hot steel needles, pierced into her ears and brain, stirring wildly in her already dry and cracked heart.
A flame mixed with jealousy, desire, unwillingness and a desire for destruction exploded in her heart, burning her whole body and making her fingertips cold.
At that moment, she could hardly control herself and wanted to use all her strength to push the door open...
I want to replace the owner of that voice...
I want to continue with the man on the dragon bed who controls everything... continue all the crazy and addictive things!
Liu Qing suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the cool, dusty air in the early morning.
When he opened his eyes again, the remaining struggle in his eyes was completely crushed, leaving only a kind of determination that had already been made up.
Why? Why is it that only the Queen deserves all this?
Every woman has the right to pursue her own happiness, right?
"Sister Liu Qing? Sister Liu Qing?"
A young palace maid saw her in a daze for a long time and waved her hand in front of her.
"Are you listening to us? We're talking right now. In four or five years, when we're older, the Empress will definitely choose a perfect husband for you, Sister Liu Qing, just like she did for Sister Qingmei and Qingzhu!"
"When you become successful, please remember to support me!"
"That's right! And me too!"
"Sister Liu Qing, don't forget us!"
The young palace maids gathered around, talking in a flurry and with ingratiating smiles on their faces.
It was as if he had already foreseen the day when Liu Qing would leave the palace and get married.
Liu Qing slowly turned around, and an impeccable yet slightly tired smile instantly appeared on her face, as skillfully as if she was wearing a mask.
"Yes, you've been on duty all night, and you're tired. Go and rest."
"Okay! Sister Liu Qing should rest early too!"
After receiving the promise, the young palace maids filed out satisfied.
The room suddenly became quiet, leaving only her and Dieyi, who had already taken off his coat and was lying face down.
Dieyi's breathing was even, and it was obvious that she was fast asleep.
Liu Qing walked to her bed, her eyes swept over Dieyi's back, and then fell on a basin of warm water that the eunuch had brought for her and placed on the low table.
She went over and washed herself very carefully.
The warm water splashed on my face, but it couldn't completely suppress the heat in my heart.
After cleaning up, she sat on the edge of the bed and took out a few small and exquisite porcelain bottles and jars from under her pillow.
Pour out the fragrant or cool ointment inside and start applying it meticulously.
First the face, every inch of skin was gently caressed;
Then there was the neck, the slender neck shimmering delicately in the morning light;
Next comes the body.
She unbuttoned her clothes, and from her round shoulders to her flat belly, and then to her private waist... She bent down and patiently applied lotion to her calves.
Even the gaps between the ten toes were not left out.
The elegant and sweet scent of pear blossoms filled the small room.
After doing all this, she raised her arm again, put it close to her nose, and sniffed carefully left and right.
Make sure every inch of your skin is soaked in this carefully blended fragrance, leaving nothing behind.
Then he let out a breath, blew out the candle on the table, and lay down with his clothes on.
In the darkness, she kept her eyes open, staring at the blurry lines on the tent ceiling. Something inside was burning silently.
When Liu Qing lay down in the small room filled with cold fragrance.
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