Chapter 17 After death, you will go to hell and be punished forever in the eighteenth level
Gu Qingheng calmly instructed Changhe: "Tell someone to take them back to Shoukang Palace. I don't lack maids here."
Take them all away, Zhao Mingzhu looked at Gu Qingheng, the eldest grandson is really different, he doesn’t give the old lady face.
The eunuch who came with him seemed to have foreseen that Gu Qingheng would say this.
He said with a smile, "Your Highness, please forgive me for the offense. The Empress Dowager has issued a death order for our family. The others can be sent back to the palace, but Miss Shuangyun must stay. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs. The Empress Dowager specially selected her for Your Highness and asked me to bring her here."
Shuangyun's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head and stood up: "Your servant Shuangyun will serve His Highness and the Crown Princess with all her heart in the future."
After hearing this, Gu Qingheng's eyes fell on Shuangyun's hair, and he suddenly turned his head and said lightly:
"What do you think, Princess?"
Zhao Mingzhu was originally looking down for the split ends in her hair when she was suddenly called and her mouth twitched.
Isn't Gu Qingheng harming her? How can she feel? She doesn't have a big quirk.
Zhao Mingzhu said shyly, "The Queen Mother is very kind, and Your Highness is very filial. No matter what arrangements are made, I will obey them."
After Zhao Mingzhu finished speaking, she looked at Gu Qingheng with a fake smile, begging for mercy.
Gu Qingheng chuckled, asked Shuangyun to raise his head and said, "Changhe, take her down."
The eunuch saw that the person had successfully entered the Eastern Palace and that he had completed his mission, so he said happily:
"Your Highness, Your Majesty, I will take my leave now."
The road split in two, and Zhao Mingzhu could not wait to return to her own palace. After entering, she threw herself on the bed, rubbing her silk pillow and sighing:
"That's great, Qiao'er, I want to eat roasted meat tonight, please prepare plenty of chili pepper vinegar."
Qiao'er responded from outside and went to prepare.
Jinzhu and Yinzhu came in with a copper basin. "Princess, there's rose juice in this water. Let us wash your hands for you."
Zhao Mingzhu took off the jade ring from her wrist, put her hand into warm water, and as she fiddled with it, the fragrance of the rose filled her nostrils.
"Crown Princess, I've said too much. Why don't you get closer to His Highness... That Miss Shuangyun doesn't seem to be here to be a maid."
Jinzhu put the jade bracelet into the box and took out two light tourmaline chains to put on her.
During these days, she could also see that the Crown Princess was not as rumored and was a very easy to get along with master.
As a personal maid, Jinzhu was naturally willing to speak boldly.
Zhao Mingzhu fiddled with the tourmaline and held it up to the light. The tourmaline shone with various colors and became more transparent.
"It doesn't matter if Shuangyun becomes the Crown Princess. It's good enough for me and His Royal Highness Gu...Crown Prince to treat each other with respect."
She did not forget how tiring it was during the first few days after she arrived, when the thought of dying at Gu Qingheng's hands weighed on her mind all the time.
It's rare for the two of them to be able to get along like this now, so what else do they need?
"But……"
Jinzhu is a little worried. A woman's happiness in life depends on her husband. What will the Crown Princess do when she gets old?
If Zhao Mingzhu heard this, she would just laugh, and it is not certain whether she can die of old age.
"Okay, don't worry about it. We'll work it out when the time comes."
No matter how many women come, they can't compare to the heroine of true love.
So no matter how many women there are with her, it doesn’t matter, as long as they don’t make her unhappy, it would be best if everyone can live in peace.
Outside the study, Shuangyun appeared in front of the study wearing a light crimson dress and a horse-hoofed, black sugarcane sweet soup, with her white shoulders looming.
But the long river blocked her way.
Shuangyun smiled softly: "Guard Changhe, I cooked this sweet soup myself late at night and wanted to bring it in for Your Highness."
Chang He looked her up and down, frowned and said, "What are you wearing? You are here to be a maid, not a vixen. Go change!"
Shuangyun was stunned after hearing this. She didn't expect someone to say it directly, and her face immediately turned red.
But she just couldn't refute it. Although the Empress Dowager hinted that she was sent here, on the surface she was indeed here to be a maid.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't pay attention while on duty, His Majesty will punish you without distinction between men and women."
Shuangyun felt a little embarrassed after hearing this. She felt that Changhe was deliberately exaggerating. She had met the prince many times in the palace, and he had always treated people gently, like a gentleman.
Chang He didn't care whether the other party believed it or not, he waved his hand:
"Go change quickly, and don't wear clothes that are difficult to work in next time."
"Yes, I understand." Shuangyun adjusted her mentality and agreed.
It was late at night and Zhao Mingzhu was sleeping soundly. She turned over and fell asleep again.
This was still the first time to see Gu Qingheng's palace. After a while, Zhao Mingzhu looked for little Gu Qingheng everywhere.
"It's you."
A ghostly voice suddenly appeared behind her. Zhao Mingzhu turned around and saw Gu Qingheng with a strange look on his face, looming in the darkness.
Gu Qingheng hid in the cabinet and talked to her through the gap.
Zhao Mingzhu walked over and pulled it open: "What are you doing hiding in here?"
Little Gu Qingheng looked at the door behind her and said, "My mother will come back from the dead to find me."
Zhao Mingzhu stopped brushing the dust off his clothes and reflexively looked out the window, where there were only leaves swaying in the wind.
Zhao Mingzhu turned around and said, "No, you saw it wrong."
Gu Qingheng was silent. Yes.
Every night, she would appear outside the window, covered in blood, dragging the baby who died in childbirth, crying bitterly.
She wanted to go and accompany them by herself.
Zhao Mingzhu sat with him at the round table and began to think about where to start the conversation.
But I feel like it's a kind of further hurt wherever it comes from.
Zhao Mingzhu felt that she was not a good speaker, so she said in a very calm tone:
"Your Highness, do you want to talk to me? We can talk about anything."
Little Gu Qingheng looked at her through the candlelight. This was just another absurd dream of his.
It will disappear when you wake up and be completely forgotten.
But because it was just a dream, he said, "If someone like me has eaten his biological mother, will he go to hell after death and be trapped in the eighteenth level of hell forever?"
Having eaten his biological mother, Zhao Mingzhu saw him and said it calmly.
She pursed her lips and shook her head: "You are just forced, you will go to heaven."
"What is heaven?" asked little Gu Qingheng.
Zhao Mingzhu changed her description: "There is a fairy palace in heaven where only kind people live."
"But I am not kind. I will kill them later."
They cut off their ears and noses, chopped off their hands and feet, and turned them into human pigs.
In the dream, Gu Qingheng's face was full of hostility, and he did not hide his intention to kill people.
Zhao Mingzhu did not advise him to be kind, but just said softly:
"Your Highness, happiness is the most important thing in life."
"Don't let yourself get caught up in the cycle of killing."
That would be too painful. Gu Qingheng's life shouldn't be like this.
Little Gu Qingheng watched her gradually disappearing figure, thinking coldly that killing would make him happy.
But after the figure completely disappeared, Gu Qingheng pursed his lips, walked over and stood beside her in a daze.
Zhao Mingzhu woke up from the dream and opened her eyes. She looked at the patterns on the green gauze curtain and got out of bed.
She took out the golden scissors from the desk, then went to the green bamboo outside to cut some bamboo branches and brought them back to the bedroom.
After sitting next to the glass lamp, I started weaving.
Before she woke up, she saw a bamboo crab in the center of the antique shelf behind Gu Qingheng, but it had turned yellow and deformed, with twisted limbs.
The bamboo crab stood out among all the treasures and must be his favorite.
When she fell into the dream, she was wearing daytime clothes and jewelry. If she carried the bamboo crab close to her body, would it be possible that she would bring it into the dream?
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