Concubine Lin woke up slowly.

Today, the Imperial Concubine claimed to be ill and got up late, so she just came to pay her respects.

A dozen palace maids were busy dressing Concubine Lin, and carefully washing and dressing her, as if they were performing a sacred ceremony.

It was not until she sat down at the table and picked up a piece of osmanthus cake that she remembered the little setback of yesterday.

She tilted her head and asked Zijuan who was standing beside her: "I asked Wu to agree to copy the book. Did she do it?"

The palace maid in purple palace dress trembled when her name was called and walked forward slowly.

Zijuan had her hands behind her back, as if holding something. When she saw Concubine Lin looking at her, she took a deep breath and felt that a disaster was about to happen.

She hesitated, unwilling to speak clearly: "Replying to the Queen, Wu promised her...she...she asked the eunuch to send something this morning, saying that it was something she made while staying up all night..."

Hearing this, Concubine Lin put down her chopsticks and frowned her beautiful eyebrows.

She scolded, "I am asking you a question! Why are you being so shy? Just tell me whether Wu promised her to copy or not, and how much he copied."

Zijuan made up her mind, knelt on the ground, raised her hands high, and tremblingly presented the painting from Wu Da Ying.

Concubine Lin impatiently grabbed it and spread the rice paper on the table.

However, when her eyes fell on the rice paper on the table, she couldn't help but freeze.

——On the rough white rice paper, someone drew a pig's head with childish brushstrokes.

A banner head in the style of a royal concubine was painted on the pig's head, with two peony flowers pinned on each side of the banner head. All the concubines in the palace knew that Royal Concubine Lin loved peonies the most.

On the edge of the white paper, the owner of the painting also wrote in dog-like handwriting: "This is the Empress of Linhua Palace."

The target of ridicule is obvious.

In the spacious and silent hall, there was a sudden crisp sound of shattering. Someone smashed a priceless white jade bowl to pieces.

"Very good! I really underestimated her."

The woman at the table had a distorted face, and her gentle and docile eyes were now filled with madness and anger.

Concubine Lin clenched her hands tightly. The sharp armor pierced deeply into the flesh of her palms, but she seemed to feel no pain. A trace of blood oozed out from between her fingers and dripped onto the ground, forming a sharp contrast with the fragments of the white jade bowl.

Zijuan's legs went weak and she was the first to kneel on the ground.

The servants were all used to reading people's faces. They knew something was wrong and knelt down one after another.

Everyone in Linhua Palace felt insecure, fearing the master's thundering wrath.

There was an oppressive and tense atmosphere in the hall, as if an invisible storm was quietly approaching.

"I haven't seen such a bold person in a long time. Someone come here..."

Concubine Lin was so angry that her face turned red and she couldn't even speak. She pointed at the servants in the palace one by one, thinking about which one would make her feel more relieved if she could kill someone.

"No, I can't."

Concubine Lin shook her head and forced a cold smile, "I will personally send this bitch off."

"You like painting, right? Then I'll chop off her hand and see what she can paint with!"

After saying that, she stood up angrily and shouted, "Prepare a sedan chair for me!"

…

Linhua Palace is strategically located, very close to the emperor's Yangxin Palace, and almost in the center of the harem.

Lingmeiyuan is located in a remote area, almost in the corner of the imperial palace.

On ordinary days, palace maids and eunuchs rarely come here.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs was lazy and did not properly maintain the palace road leading to Lingmei Garden. It was covered with broken stones and people would fall if they were not careful.

The servants walked in fear and could only walk slowly, for fear that the imperial concubine would fall from the height.

This made Concubine Lin suffer.

Concubine Lin was a daughter of a wealthy family. She never left the house and had a problem of getting sick from carriages and sedan chairs.

She was already full of resentment, and the sedan chair was swaying from side to side, almost making her vomit due to sedan dizziness.

But Zijuan was still scolding: "Don't you have eyes?! You are walking so fast, you are in a hurry to reincarnate! Can't you see that there are stones on the road? Watch out for your heads if you fall!"

Concubine Lin held her head in pain, feeling that Ling Meiyuan and she were probably born to be incompatible.

More than half an hour later, the sedan chair from Linhua Palace finally landed in front of Lingmeiyuan's gate.

Concubine Lin got off the sedan chair, held Zijuan's hand, and walked to the door with a gloomy face.

When the servant at the door saw the visitor, his face changed and he knelt down quickly to greet him.

Concubine Lin walked gracefully to the door, raised her chin slightly, with a look of arrogance on her face, and had no intention of speaking.

Zijuan immediately stepped out to speak for him, and scolded, "You ignorant servant, don't you see that this is the sedan chair from the Linhua Palace? The Imperial Concubine wants to see Wu Da Ying, why don't you open the door quickly!"

The servant at the door did not raise his head, and replied in a neither humble nor arrogant voice: "The Queen has ordered that Wu Da Ying is seriously ill and will not see anyone."

Zijuan asked arrogantly, "Who are you? There was no such rule yesterday!"

The servant said humbly, "Yesterday is yesterday, and today is today. Your Majesty, you'd better go back and be careful not to get sick." Although his tone was respectful, his attitude remained unchanged.

Don't let her in?

Concubine Lin knew clearly that it was the Queen who was protecting Wu Da Ying.

She took a closer look at the servant and found that he was indeed Xiao Luzi, the queen's servant.

Concubine Lin chuckled and said with a cold look in her eyes, "I guess the Queen knew that I was coming to lecture her, so she asked you to stay here, right?"

Xiao Luzi bowed his head and replied: "I dare not, I am just following the Queen's order."

Concubine Lin said slowly, "How can you not treat a disease? I want to see her today. Zijuan."

She glanced at Zijuan, and Zijuan understood.

Zijuan turned around and waved, saying, "The Queen has ordered that all of you come and kick the door open!"

“Yes!” “Yes!”

Upon hearing this, all the palace servants in Linhua Palace rushed forward and surrounded the gate of Lingmei Garden.

Seeing this, Xiao Luzi's face changed and he asked, "Are you planning to disobey the order, Concubine?"

Concubine Lin raised her lips and asked, "Which eye of yours saw me take action?"

She pressed her head in distress, sighed, and said, "I heard that Wu Da Ying was seriously ill, and I was extremely anxious, so I came to visit him in person. Unexpectedly, these servants were so rude that they accidentally kicked the door of Lingmei Garden and broke it."

She raised her eyes slightly, with a look that was half teasing and half cold.

Concubine Lin: "If you go find someone now, maybe you can see Wu Da Ying for the last time."

"For the Queen's sake, I can leave Wu's body intact." She said with a faint smile.

Xiao Luzi looked unhappy. He bowed half-heartedly and then hurried off to find help.

[Why hasn't the imperial concubine come yet? 】

At the same time, a strange voice popped into Concubine Lin's mind.

[Could it be that he was amazed by my painting skills? Did he feel a sense of appreciation for my talent? Well, when I think about it carefully, my pig head is indeed quite pretty, and it is only natural for him to like it.]

[It’s over. I can no longer hide the fact that I won the Children’s Painting Excellence Award in the first grade of elementary school.]

Concubine Lin's expression was indescribable: "...What is it?"

At this moment, the servants of Linhua Palace just kicked open the door of Lingmeiyuan.

Concubine Lin collected her thoughts, put on her signature haughty look, and led the way into the dilapidated courtyard.