Chapter 288 History Rewrites, the Crown Prince's Wedding
Song Rouxi screamed, "You're talking nonsense! You all want to hurt me! I didn't do that."
The queen sneered and looked at her son's face, knowing that he had already believed most of it, and the main event was about to begin.
"I knew you wouldn't admit it. After Zhao Si took the jewelry and silver you gave him, he pawned them. I searched many pawnshops before I found your hairpin. Actually, the pawnshop owner said the hairpin was just for show; the gems on it were fake. It was late at night, and they didn't see it clearly before they took it. It's been locked in a box all these years, and no one has ever asked for it."
Zhao Si's eyes flashed with ferocity, "You lied to me."
He was just a commoner, and when he thought about how Song Rouxi had cheated him, he would have suffered a great loss if the pawnshop clerk had not had poor eyesight at the time.
“I, I…”
"Is this hairpin yours?" The prince asked indifferently, his expression no longer as gentle as before.
"I, I don't know. I might have lost this hairpin somewhere, and someone found it and slandered me."
The prince shook her hand away, mocking her. "So many coincidences? Are they all slanders against you? Song Rouxi, how many lies do you have? When I came to your room today, the wound on the maid's hand was probably not caused by accidental stepping on it, right? You are full of lies, which really disappoints me."
Facing the prince's gaze as if he were looking at a stranger, Song Rouxi sat on the ground dejectedly.
It's over, it's all over.
...
“Ahhhhhhhhh, it hurts, ahhhhhhhh, let me go.”
The maid stomped hard on Song Rouxi's bloodied back and even her entire buttocks. Later that day, the Queen ordered her to be beaten with thirty boards. These thirty boards were extremely careful; they wouldn't kill her immediately, but they would completely numb her lower body.
"Should I call you Song Rouxi or Song Liangdi? Your dream of being the Crown Princess should be over now, right? You are now a useless person. The Crown Prince won't even look at you, and the Queen hates you. When you stepped on my hand that day, do you know how much pain it hurt me? Whether I gave you rotten rice or something, I never tortured you. And you, you wish you could step on me into the dirt. Today it's your turn to feel the pain."
After saying this, she stepped harder.
Suddenly, a fat and white thing emerged from the wound on her foot, twisting its body and crawling in the flesh. The maid took a few steps back in surprise, and managed to hold back her nausea and not vomit.
Song Rouxi was already talking nonsense due to the pain. Her complexion looked very bad and her skin color was not like that of a normal person. It looked yellow and blue.
The maid knew that this man probably wouldn't live long.
Three days later, there was a happy event in the palace. The prince married the second daughter of the Huan family, Huan Yingsi's younger sister, Huan Yingyan.
The whole palace was filled with joy. The queen specifically instructed that all servants in the palace would receive double their monthly wages and could also enjoy the prince's wedding fruit.
Song Rouxi has been spending more time sleeping and less time awake.
The door opened with a creak.
The maid walked in with a smile on her face, holding the wedding fruit and monthly allowance. As luck would have it, Song Rouxi woke up, turned her head and looked at her dully, then her eyes fell on the wedding fruit in her hand.
"Whose, whose happy fruit."
Her tone was hurried and her voice was incoherent, but the maid knew exactly what she was asking.
"Here." She waved the red paper-wrapped wedding fruit in her hand. "The palace was bustling with activity today. I was on duty and happened to be nearby. I caught a glimpse from afar. The woman was incredibly beautiful."
"Who is it, who is going to get married?"
"The Crown Prince." Fearing she wouldn't die quickly enough, the maid replied quickly, her face filled with malice. "Today the Crown Prince is getting married to the Crown Princess. The Crown Princess is of noble status, the second daughter of the Huan family. I also heard that the eldest daughter of the Huan family is frail, so the Empress originally intended the second daughter to be her successor."
Song Rouxi seemed to have a moment of clarity, her eyes wide open, "No, it's impossible. Isn't it Huan Yingsi who is competing with me? Why, why is it her sister? You must be lying to me."
"Who would want to lie to you at this point? Miss Huan herself declined, saying she wasn't in good health and wouldn't be able to take on the position of Crown Princess. After that, the Empress decided to marry Miss Huan II."
Song Rouxi's eyes widened, and she gripped the mattress under the bed tightly with her hands. She was so strong that she even tore a hole in the mattress.
She recalled that perfect dream again. In the dream, she was the high and mighty Crown Princess. Everything went smoothly for her. She was favored by the Crown Prince, liked by the Queen, and valued by the Emperor. The Song family was honored because of her and held her in high esteem. But what about the third wife?
The end was miserable and the whole family suffered a miserable death.
But why? That dream was so real that she almost thought it was reality, but now she has fallen into this situation.
If she had another chance, if she were given another chance, she would immediately kill Song Ci at any cost. Only she, only she was the huge variable.
Seeing that Song Rouxi didn't respond, the maid was stunned for a moment, then went up and tugged at her sleeve, "I'm talking to you, don't pretend to be dead... Ahhhhhh! You're really dead!"
As she pulled, Song Rouxi's hand fell limply to the side of the bed. The pair of big eyes on her gray face had lost their luster at some point, and they just stared at the door with an expression of unwillingness.
"What, dead?" The Queen frowned. "What bad luck! She died just after the Crown Prince got married. She must be holding a grudge and wants to disgust me and my son even after her death."
"Then... Your Majesty, should we tell the Crown Prince about this? And how should we handle Concubine Song's funeral?"
The Queen put down her teacup with a click and glared at her coldly. "You're an old friend of mine, too. Why bother asking about such a small matter? She's just a criminal. The Crown Prince probably hates her to the core, so why would he care about such things? Just throw her out on a mat and tell everyone she's been properly buried."
She snorted coldly, "A woman with such a vicious mind and full of lies, do you still hope to be buried with my son a hundred years from now? Dream on!"
Mammy: "Yes, I understand."
The dragon and phoenix wedding candles were burning, and the light illuminated the entire room.
Sitting beside the bed was the Crown Princess in her bright red wedding gown. The Crown Prince was just about to reach out and pick up the pole to lift the veil when his hand paused slightly. Suddenly, everything went dark in front of his eyes. What happened to him?
"Your Highness."
A soft voice was heard. Although the person beside the bed was covered with a veil, she tilted her head back. Without looking at her expression, one could tell that she must be very confused.
The prince laughed. Today was his wedding, so why was he still absent-minded? The feeling just now was... so strange, as if he was wearing a heavy invisible coat that was being taken off.
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