There is a chill in the autumn wind.
Yan Qingli knelt at the palace gate. Busy palace servants were shuttling back and forth, and the brave ones would even discuss a few words.
"What mistake did Miss Yan make to be humiliated like this?"
"You haven't heard yet?" A young eunuch asked around and whispered, "She was caught drugging the princess and Miss Jiang, and the Empress is punishing her!"
"If her father hadn't been a senior minister, he would have come to the palace to apologize upon receiving the news, and the Empress hadn't spared her father some face. Otherwise, he would have been executed long ago."
"What do you think she wants?"
"She's such a vicious person. No matter what she's up to, it's a blessing that she didn't turn around this time."
…
Yan Qingli was also raised in a boudoir. After kneeling for four hours, her face turned as pale as paper, her lips were frozen purple, and her legs were numb and she had lost all feeling.
Xiangcao was beaten to death. There was no one to support her, so she could only limp forward holding on to the red wall.
Yan Qingli's face was as gloomy as water, her eyes were slightly red, and a few tears slid down her cheeks. She had never suffered such humiliation.
Everything she is going through now is because of the appearance of that woman!
Jiang Qiao.
Ever since Yan Qingli met Jiang Qiao, the princess had become increasingly cold towards her. Strange things were happening one after another around her. How could such a coincidence happen? That woman was truly her nemesis...
Anyone who goes against Yan Qingli in this world must die, and anyone who steals things from her will not have an easy life. Those noble ladies in the past could not compare to her, and Jiang Qiao will not be able to compare to her either!
If you can't compete or snatch it, then go to hell.
It seems that she was too kind-hearted before and didn't do things too drastically...
"Boom—boom—"
Suddenly, there was thunder in the sky, and it was about to rain. The sky was covered with dark clouds, gloomy and heavy, as if the whole sky was pressed down, and the atmosphere made people feel a little suffocated.
Lightning flashed across the night sky, followed by loud bangs. The thunder grew louder and closer, as if it were exploding right overhead.
The rain began to pour down, first a few sparse drops, then more and more dense. The raindrops hit Yan Qingli and the ground, splashing water droplets, as if they were flowers blooming on the ground.
Yan Qingli laughed as she watched the rain. Her hair had been wet for a long time and was sticking to her face in a messy manner. The smile on her lips and the thunder made her look very strange.
The palace maids running back and forth started running back to their own palaces to take shelter from the rain. No one went to help Yan Qingli. In an instant, there was no one else on this road.
Yan Qingli was walking in a panic when suddenly the pressure on her head was relieved. She looked up and saw only a patch of red.
The red oil-paper umbrella is painted with red spider lilies, which are as bright as the owner of the umbrella.
"Do you need me to escort you out of the palace? I heard your father is waiting for you at the palace gate."
Jiang Qiao was like a savior who suddenly appeared, her voice was gentle, as if she and Yan Qingli were very good friends, without any estrangement between them. This allowed Yan Qingli to suddenly breathe oxygen in the dull seabed and have a moment of joy.
But she didn't know that today's Jiang Qiao was not the savior, but Satan who came to take her life and drag her into the abyss...
"Hmph." Yan Qingli snorted coldly after seeing who was coming, and then said sarcastically, "Jiang Qiao, stop pretending. Only you know how much you hate me in your heart."
"Yes, I hate you very much." Jiang Qiao curved her eyes very beautifully, but the umbrella in her hand tilted, and the rain hit Yan Qingli again and fell into her eyes, making her unable to open her eyes.
Yan Qingli couldn't see Jiang Qiao's appearance clearly, but she knew that she must be in a very awkward position in Jiang Qiao's eyes. "Then why don't you just get out of here? Do you really have to stand here and watch me make a fool of myself?"
"Boom—boom—"
There were bursts of thunder and the sky became completely dark.
"Do you want to know why I hate you so much?" Jiang Qiao suddenly grabbed Yan Qingli's wrist and said lightly, "I'll take you to a place, and you'll understand when you get there."
Yan Qingli resisted at first, but she was too weak to break free from Jiang Qiao, who had practiced martial arts for many years.
In fact, she was also curious about why. Since she couldn't break free, she might as well go and take a look. This is the imperial palace. Can Jiang Qiao still kill her?
Jiang Qiao held the umbrella in one hand and held Yan Qingli's hand with the other, and they walked towards the path.
Although Yan Qingli seldom entered the palace often, she knew that the cold palace was ahead.
The road ahead was getting darker and darker, and Yan Qingli suddenly felt a palpitation, but her pride did not allow her to lower her head, and she showed a frightened expression to Jiang Qiao again.
…
Soon they arrived at the dilapidated cold palace. Jiang Qiao couldn't help but stop and sighed deeply.
Here, the former glory and wealth have long since vanished, leaving only broken walls and dilapidated palace walls.
In the desolate courtyard, weeds grew everywhere, walls peeled off, and windows were broken. There was no longer the splendor of the palace, only silence and desolation. The red umbrella in Jiang Qiao's hand was out of place here.
A dry well in the middle of the yard was particularly conspicuous. The first time Yan Qingli saw it, she felt a chill on her back. She seemed to see a black-haired woman waving at her at the wellhead.
"Jiang Qiao, you...you brought me here, what exactly do you want to say?"
"Yan Qingli, have you ever had a nightmare?" Jiang Qiao suddenly asked.
Nonsense, who hasn’t had a nightmare?
Yan Qingli didn't reply to her. She wanted to leave. In her opinion, Jiang Qiao just wanted to play tricks on her again.
But as soon as she turned around, her wrist was restrained again, and Jiang Qiao held her tightly.
"Don't go. Don't you know our connection?" Jiang Qiao pulled her closer to the well.
Yan Qingli was scared. She struggled violently, "Let me go! Are you crazy?!"
Because of Yan Qingli's struggle, Jiang Qiao's hands were a little unstable and rain fell on her face.
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