"This servant greets Your Highness the Imperial Concubine!" The guard of the Cold Palace was an old eunuch surnamed Zhou. He had committed a crime in his youth and was assigned to this place where there was no money to be made.
On this day, Eunuch Zhou unexpectedly welcomed a distinguished guest, none other than the Imperial Concubine Nian.
"How many years have you been working here?" Ms. Nian was dressed in a rose-red cheongsam, and although it was almost April, she was still holding a hand warmer in her hands.
"Your Majesty, this old servant has worked here for over ten years," Eunuch Zhou said, bowing deeply. He secretly thought that perhaps his luck was about to change.
"Do you want to leave here?" Madam Nian didn't even look at the old eunuch, but instead looked into the mottled door.
"This old servant dreams of leaving this place. But I'm too old to leave now," Eunuch Zhou said humbly. In truth, although he looked "old," he was only forty years old. It was just that the years had worn down his will, making him appear older.
“Now there is an opportunity for you to leave. You know I am a Noble Consort, and transferring you away is just a matter of a word. But everything comes with conditions, and I'm sure you understand without me having to say them,” said Lady Nian.
"Please give your instructions, Your Highness. As long as it is within my power, I will certainly do it." Eunuch Zhou quickly bowed and knelt down.
Lady Nian was very satisfied that this person was practical. As for the newly arrived concubines, they were not familiar with the affairs of the palace and had no connections. Although Lady Nian was a Noble Consort, she was still a newcomer and many people did not recognize her.
“There’s someone inside, surnamed Fucha, who just came in. She used to be the Emperor’s concubine. I’m going to make her life miserable!” Suddenly, tears of hatred welled up in Lady Nian’s eyes. She couldn’t quell her guilt towards Hongsheng without seeing Lady Fucha dead.
Eunuch Zhou felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that this imperial concubine was up to no good, and coincidentally, this person was in the cold palace he was guarding.
"This old servant understands, and will make her suffer. But I wonder how Your Majesty intends to make her suffer? Will you make her live in misery, or..." Eunuch Zhou asked, not understanding what Lady Nian meant.
"I want her to live, to suffer slowly. Then, when I feel the time is right, I will send her to meet the King of Hell," said Lady Nian.
"This old servant understands, Your Highness, please rest assured. This old servant will make that Fucha woman wish she were dead," Eunuch Zhou said through gritted teeth. He had been stuck in this godforsaken place for over a decade, all because of one wrong step he took back then. Now that he had finally met a noble person, if he didn't seize the opportunity, he would probably be buried here as a shell of his former self.
"Very well, as long as you do as I ask, I will never treat you unfairly." A vengeful smile appeared on Lady Nian's lips. She wanted Lady Fucha to suffer terribly before she died.
Since then, Empress Fucha's days in the Cold Palace had become increasingly unbearable. Her daily meals were either leftovers or spoiled food. Within days, she fell ill. Having always lived a life of luxury, she had never experienced such torment. Empress Fucha never imagined that she would ultimately not escape Empress Nian's fate. She had died at Empress Nian's hands in her previous life, and in this life, she would be tormented by her again. The cycle of cause and effect seemed to have prevented her from escaping her predetermined destiny.
With the Fourth Prince busy with state affairs, it was impossible for news of the tricks Lady Nian had made in the Cold Palace to reach his ears. However, Lanqin did hear some reports.
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