Wan'er saw her indignation but was powerless to refute it. She could only say, "So you deliberately act so arrogantly to annoy the Emperor and get rid of you."
"Yes." Jing'er didn't deny it at all. "As long as I'm thrown into the cold palace, I won't have to face these annoying people and annoying things anymore." She was already tired of this palace, which was like a birdcage, and she hated people who said one thing to your face and another behind your back.
"Sigh..." Wan'er sighed heavily. She was sighing for Jing'er. If Jing'er had lived in the modern world, she certainly wouldn't be in so much pain.
"I'm sorry, I hurt you at noon. I really had no choice." Jing'er apologized sincerely, her eyes so pure.
After saying that, Jing'er still held Wan'er's hand, insisting that Wan'er hit back.
Upon seeing this, Wan'er's anger instantly dissipated. In fact, she could also sense that Jing'er hadn't hit her very hard at the time.
"No need. The Emperor has already struck you once, so I won't strike you a second time." Wan'er waved her hand, looking at the handprint still on Jing'er's face, and didn't want to strike her again.
She wasn't the type to let herself be wronged; if it weren't for Fu Lin's slap, she would have definitely retaliated.
"I'm so sorry." Jing'er apologized again. For a dignified empress to do this was already quite remarkable.
Wan'er smiled, her eyes devoid of hostility. "Aren't you afraid I'll tell others about this?"
Jing'er touched the hairpin on her forehead and said, "It's pointless. Besides, if you tell anyone, they might not believe you. After all, my jealousy is known throughout the court."
Her eyes were bright, like stars, and she looked at Wan'er with a dazed expression, as if she could find the shadow of Da Yu'er in her.
Wan'er's heart softened, and she suddenly had the idea of helping Jing'er escape from the palace.
She bit her lower lip lightly, her brows furrowed, as she pondered carefully how to achieve a win-win situation.
At this moment, Jing'er didn't say anything more, seemingly understanding that she was trying to find a solution for herself.
Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the door. Fearing that Wan'er would be disturbed, Jing'er immediately put on a fierce expression and sternly rebuked the people at the door, "What's all the noise about? Don't you want to live?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I did not mean to disturb you." A timid voice came from outside.
"What is it!" Jing'er snorted coldly.
"It's a cockroach. I killed it, but it came back to life and crawled back onto me. I panicked and that's why I bothered Your Highness," a timid voice explained.
"What's there to be afraid of with just a cockroach? I thought it was a poisonous snake that would make you so scared." Jing'er was unconvinced. She dared to catch snakes with her bare hands, so why would she be afraid of these little creatures?
She then added, "If you dare to shout and disturb my peace again, don't blame me for taking your dog lives."
"Yes, I understand." The palace maid outside the door breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Jing'er's tone was fierce, her eyes kept darting around. Seeing this, Wan'er couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Jing'er made a face and glared at Wan'er.
"Hmm, not bad, it sounds fierce, like a vicious empress who would kill people at the drop of a hat," Wan'er teased.
The fact that she has the leisure to joke with Jing'er now means that she has already come up with a plan.
Jing'er flicked her handkerchief and pointed at Wan'er with her slender fingers, saying, "You vile woman, how dare you mock me! Guards, drag her away and beat her to death!" Her voice was very soft, as if afraid that the people outside the door would hear and believe her, and drag Wan'er away.
"No... Your Majesty, I dare not do it again. Please spare my life."
As soon as Wan'er finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh. Jing'er did the same, covering her mouth and turning red all over.
After a long while, the two stopped laughing. Wan'er then got to the point and said with a serious face, "Your trick of making the emperor hate you is not the best strategy. Even if you succeed, you can avoid facing those annoying people and things in the future, but as long as you are in the palace, you have to abide by the rules, and there will always be intrigue and deceit."
"I understand, but this is the only way I can do it," Jing'er said helplessly.
Wan'er replied seriously, "No, there's one more thing, and that is leaving the palace."
Upon hearing this, Jing'er gave a bitter smile. "I've thought about it too. Even if Fulin agrees, my aunt and father won't. I'm just a sacrifice. No one cares whether I'm happy or not."
Wan'er gently held her hand and said, word by word, "That's only while you're alive. If you die, do you expect them to make the Emperor share a bed with you?"
"What do you mean by that?" Jing'er asked, somewhat confused.
"Put yourself in a life-or-death situation to survive." Wan'er said firmly. "If you stab him one inch from the lower left side of his abdomen, he will be in shock temporarily. As long as the bleeding stops within an hour, his life will be safe."
"You want me to fake my death?" Jing'er finally understood.
Wan'er nodded, inspired by the cockroach's recent resurrection.
“But an hour is too short. I’m afraid my aunt won’t bury me so soon,” Jing’er said, expressing her concern without doubting Wan’er’s claim that it caused temporary shock.
"Don't worry about that, I have a way to persuade the Empress Dowager," Wan'er said confidently. She had two plans in mind, and if Dayuer disagreed, she wouldn't just watch Jing'er die.
“Okay, I believe you.” Jing’er nodded firmly.
Having only met twice, seeing Jing'er's candor, Wan'er couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid I'm lying to you?"
Jing'er looked out the door and said bitterly, "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid of living in this dark and gloomy palace with someone I don't love for the rest of my life. So, I'm going to gamble, gamble that you really want to help me."
Wan'er didn't hide anything, "Actually, helping you is helping myself. I can't unconditionally help someone I've only met a few times."
These words completely dispelled Jing'er's doubts. She said, "I understand. Only when I leave can you become the Empress."
Wan'er quickly shook her head, "No, I've never thought of that."
"Then why?" Jing'er asked, puzzled.
"I want to use you to kill the person who wants to harm me," Wan'er whispered in my ear, recounting Yu Yan's story.
Upon hearing this, Jing'er's eyes widened instantly. She hadn't expected Wan'er's situation to be so dire.
“Tell me how you need my help, just say it, as long as it’s within my power,” Jing’er said indignantly.
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