Qixiang Palace.
Since the last general amnesty, after Wuya was released from the Cold Palace, she had been living in Qixiang Palace. She thought that as long as she was released from the Cold Palace, she would have a chance to see the Fourth Prince. However, for several months in a row, the Fourth Prince never set foot here, nor did he summon Wuya even once.
Without the Fourth Prince's favor, and having come from the Cold Palace, Lady Wuya was naturally treated coldly by the people in the palace. Although she was not a disgraced concubine, her life was not much better than that of someone in the Cold Palace.
"It's all your fault, you're the one who caused me to end up like this, I want you dead... I want you dead..." Wuya was facing the door, her head buried, holding something in her hand, stabbing it repeatedly.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that what Wuya was holding was a small rag doll. She was also holding a small needle, stabbing the doll while cursing, "You wretched woman, why aren't you dead yet? You're the one who stole my favor! If it weren't for you, Fourth Master would be mine, and I would be his favorite. It's all your fault…it's all your fault…"
Uya's face turned fierce, and vicious words poured from her mouth. Not satisfied, she increased the pressure on her hands, wishing she could crush the doll in her grasp: "The suffering I have endured today is all thanks to you. If I have the chance, I will repay you tenfold. I will do anything to send you to hell... I curse you, that you will die without a burial place..."
Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a bright light shone in. Uya was startled, turned around abruptly, and, blinded by the sunlight, quickly shielded her eyes, asking, "Who is it?"
Bathed in the light, Lady Fucha slowly walked in and softly called out, "Sister, it's me..."
Uya quickly hid the doll in her hand, stood up, and only then did she realize that it was Fucha who had walked in, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Fucha noticed that Wuya was hiding, but unfortunately, she had already seen the doll behind Wuya when she opened the door. She couldn't help but chuckle: "What are you doing, sister? Is there anything you can't tell your younger sister?"
Uya was slightly startled and said awkwardly, "No...it's nothing...you didn't even tell me you were coming, so I could have prepared..."
Fucha glanced around Qixiang Palace, which was as shabby as could be. It was clear that Uya was not living well. She said with a hint of disdain, "Where are all the people in the palace, sister? Why didn't any maids come out to greet me? I called out a few times outside the door, but no one answered, so I came in myself... Sister, you've been wronged..."
Uya smiled wryly, "It was me. I was afraid of being disturbed, so I made sure they all left... It's quieter this way..."
Fucha knew that Wuya was putting on a brave face, but she didn't expose her. She sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, and pulled Wuya aside, saying, "Sister, although my life isn't much better, if you have any difficulties, just tell me..."
As she spoke, she meaningfully took Uya's hand, showing no surprise at the doll in Uya's hands, and simply smiled, "We're all in the same boat. Whatever is your business is my business..."
Uya stared at Fucha's hand, slowly raised her head, met Fucha's gaze, and said blankly, "Yes! We are in the same boat... We have a common enemy, we are friends..."
Fucha smiled, her eyebrows arching and her eyes narrowing, sending chills down one's spine. Uya picked up the cloth doll in her hand and generously handed it to Fucha to see: "Niohuru Lanqin will not have a good death... Only when she dies can I be free..."
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