Wu Qing really didn't know why this tall palace maid hated her so much.

All in all, she didn't live in Lingmei Garden for a few days before the imperial concubine moved her to Linhua Palace.

Where is the time to have a feud with her?

Wu Qing was confused.

She asked, "You seem to hate me?"

The tall maid glared at her, her tone full of disdain and anger: "Don't you know what you did, my lady?"

From what she said, it seemed that Wu Qing had caused her deep harm.

[If you don't tell me, how can I know? ] Wu Qing was speechless.

The other party's prejudice against her was deeply rooted, and Wu Qing didn't bother to care.

She placed her fingertips lightly on the tall maid's neck and whispered, "Let's not talk about things that are made up."

"You made a lot of noise late at night, not only disturbing my rest, but also disturbing my palace servants. Is this really appropriate?"

"If the decibel level exceeds 45 at night, it is considered a nuisance. In our place, the police will invite you for tea."

The maid wanted to make another remark of ridicule, but the fingers on her neck made their presence felt that could not be ignored.

The fingers on the tall maid's neck looked like those of an ordinary woman, but they seemed to contain a great force. They gently pressed the maid's blood vessels, making her feel a sense of oppression she had never experienced before.

The tall palace maid had no doubt that if Concubine Ji exerted the slightest force, she would die on the spot.

As a result, the tall palace maid, who appeared strong on the outside but was actually weak, trembled her lips slightly and swallowed the wild words she was about to say.

"Unfortunately, you are not the first person to run into my house. I have given all my patience to this guy."

Wu Qing sighed softly and pointed his finger at the dumpling-like object on the ground that was wrapped tightly in a quilt.

"This guy is dishonest and has cost me a lot of time. I advise you to tell the truth and avoid physical pain."

The tall palace maid looked in the direction of her finger.

She immediately noticed a strand of black hair sticking out from the opening of the quilt.

——It seemed to be part of a human head.

The tall palace maid's pupils constricted and she wanted to scream again.

Wu Qing said quickly: "I'll give you three seconds to tell me your true purpose. Otherwise, I don't mind sending you on your way to the underworld to meet the King of Hell."

"three."

Wu Qing's fingers tightened, like cold iron clamps, tightly clamping the palace maid's throat.

The maid's expression changed immediately.

She wanted to scream and struggle, but Wu Qing's actions were faster than her voice.

The most vulnerable throat was pressed by Wu Qing's fingers, causing a feeling of nausea.

"two."

Wu Qing increased the strength of his hands again.

The palace maid whose throat was pressed could hardly breathe.

A strong feeling of nausea surged into her heart, and her eyes began to mist up. Tears and sweat mixed together, slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

"one."

Wu Qing's voice sounded again, like the verdict of the god of death.

The tall maid finally broke down. She shouted, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

Wu Qing then let go of her hand and looked at her coldly.

The maid collapsed to the ground.

Having just walked through the gates of hell, she coughed and said in fear, "My lord, I was bewildered for a moment and cursed you. Please forgive me for the sake of our past friendship."

Wu Qing asked: "Why do you want to curse me to death?"

The maid cried and complained: "You are a noble lady who forgets things easily. How can you understand the suffering of us servants?"

"Ever since you were promoted to a noble, those young ladies and ladies have been unable to find you, and have taken out their anger on us, their former servants."

"We have come to ask Sister Jinxiu several times, hoping to continue to stay by your side and serve you, but she turned us down every time."

The tall maid hugged Wu Qing's thighs and cried, "My dear, I know you have the best heart. Jinxiu must have made the decision on her own and violated your will. Please make the decision for us!"

She was crying, as if she was filled with grievances, but surprisingly, every word she spoke was very clear.

How could anyone speak such a long paragraph fluently when they are emotionally broken?

Wu Qing's mind was as clear as a mirror. This tall palace maid was just acting.

[You're cursing me to death, yet you're praising me for having the best heart? Do you think I'm a fool? You're not being honest at all. ]

The emotions belonging to the original owner spread out, and Wu Qing felt a nameless anger running through his heart, which needed to be vented urgently.

"What nonsense!" she cursed fiercely.

Wu Qing's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "If no one instructed you, how could you, a palace maid from Lingmei Garden, sneak into Kunning Palace so easily?"

The man in black has martial arts and background, but what does this palace maid have?

There must be someone behind the scenes directing her to enter Wu Qing's room without any harm.

She took a step closer, her voice revealing a hint of coldness: "Tell me, who sent you here?"

"If you lie again, I will have the Queen send you to Xinzheku."

When the tall palace maid heard the word "Xinzheku", her face turned pale instantly.

If she went there, her life would be a hundred times more miserable than it is now.

The maid dared not hide it any longer and blurted out the truth: "My Lord, I know I was wrong! I was instructed by someone, really! Someone, someone deliberately instigated me to use the curse to kill you."

"That person asked the servant to sprinkle incense ash soaked in human blood in your room, saying that this would make the spell more effective."

The maid took out a rag doll from her bosom with shaking hands and placed it in front of Wu Qing. "Then, after I finish chanting the spell, I will hide this doll under your bed. I say that this will make you... make you..."

Having said this, she could no longer continue. She just lowered her head and kowtowed continuously, begging for Wu Qing's forgiveness.

Wu Qing frowned and looked at the voodoo doll carefully.

This is a voodoo doll made of cloth, pierced with silver needles and filled with a sinister aura.

Just from the appearance of the doll, Wu Qing really couldn't find any similarities between it and himself.

[How strange! If you want to curse me to death, shouldn't you use my image as a medium? ]

Wu Qing picked up the doll and examined it carefully.

She thought for a while, then suddenly took the doll apart and finally found a string of small words on the edge of the doll's inner material.

——Lin Yiwan.

This is Concubine Lin's name.

Wu Qing suddenly had an idea and connected all the clues together, and understood the plan of the person behind the scenes.

It turned out that the curse cast by this palace maid was just a cover.

The real purpose of the person behind the scenes was to place the voodoo doll engraved with the concubine's name under her bed.

In this way, she could falsely accuse Wu Qing of using evil witchcraft on the imperial concubine.

[Someone who can use a voodoo doll and hates me... um...]

[Could it be her? ]