Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 15 Disfigurement
"Come here and massage my shoulders."

She looked at Song Yi with an arrogant air and sat up.

Song Yi lowered her eyes and slowly walked over.

As soon as she stood behind Consort Zhuang, she saw the dense array of pearl hairpins and ornaments in Consort Zhuang's black hair and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

Consort Zhuang said slowly, "These past few days, you have been serving His Majesty in the Golden Palace. I suppose your skills in serving others must be excellent. I should also see what abilities you have that have kept His Majesty so fond of you."

Song Yi raised her hand and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is joking. His Majesty has never favored any concubines."

"Oh?"

Consort Zhuang's lips curled up slightly, "Indeed, you are a palace maid who came from the laundry department, with thick skin all over your body. His Majesty would probably not look favorably upon someone like you."

Song Yi suddenly exerted great force.

"hiss"

Consort Zhuang frowned deeply and flinched.

"Take it easy, you're hurting my shoulders!"

Song Yi said with a smile, "I have only had brute strength since I was a child, so my strength is exceptionally great. If Your Majesty cannot withstand it, then I will not pinch you."

Consort Zhuang was determined to torment her today, so she naturally wouldn't let her have any free time. She said, "Then come to the front and massage my legs."

Song Yi obediently stepped forward, and Consort Zhuang continued her sarcastic remarks:

"I thought that even though you came from the laundry department, you must have some special skills. I didn't expect that you would have a burn scar on your face. No wonder His Majesty didn't want to touch you."

Song Yi suddenly asked, "Then could His Majesty bring himself to harm the Empress?"

Her words came out of nowhere, and Consort Zhuang had not expected Song Yi to be so bold as to directly mock her like that. She immediately asked, "What did you say?"

Her eyes were filled with rage, and her delicate face flushed red.

Song Yi was surprised by her strong reaction. Her suspicions were confirmed. She tilted her head and smiled, "I was just curious. If Your Majesty speaks of me like that, then Your Majesty must be very favored and everyone envies you."

In reality, Consort Zhuang never served the emperor; she was simply of higher rank than others, so everyone in the harem had to respect her.

Consort Zhuang was furious and suddenly leaned over, raising her arm to strike her.

Song Yi's eyes narrowed, and she immediately turned her head to avoid it.

Consort Zhuang, having missed her target, was furious: "Fine, you dare to mock me! Guards, drag her away and give her twenty strokes of the cane!"

Immediately afterwards, the palace maids outside the hall rushed forward and pressed down on Song Yi, forcing her to kneel before Consort Zhuang.

Consort Zhuang stood up, looking down at her, and suddenly said, "Wait, I'm suddenly curious about what this ugly woman's face looks like."

After saying that, she raised her hand and was about to tear off the veil from Song Yi's face.

Song Yi's pupils suddenly contracted. Because she was summoned by Jiang Lanye so suddenly, she didn't have time to apply the scar! At this moment, her face was that of the former Consort Yun.

She couldn't struggle; her arms were tightly held behind her back by the palace maids, and she could only watch helplessly as Consort Zhuang's hand tore off her veil, and she closed her eyes.

"This"

Consort Zhuang took a step back and stared intently at her.

There are no scars there!
This face, with skin as white as snow, delicate features, red lips and white teeth, is beautiful and charming, far surpassing the beauty of ordinary people.

Consort Zhuang, filled with surprise and doubt, watched as she slowly opened her eyes and questioned her:
"How dare you deceive the emperor! You clearly have no scars, so why do you cover your face every day!"

Song Yi gave a bitter smile, never expecting that the first person to discover her true appearance would be Consort Zhuang.

Fortunately, Consort Zhuang had never met Consort Yun.

Song Yi smiled slightly and said, "Because His Majesty said that my eyebrows and eyes are very similar to those of the late Consort Gui, so he forbids me from removing my veil." "Therefore, during the days I have served His Majesty, His Majesty has never seen my true face."

Hearing her say that, Consort Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you haven't seen her before; with a face like that, she would be one of the best in the entire harem.

Consort Zhuang choked for a long time, then suddenly said, "But you have indeed deceived the Emperor. Rather than hiding it with a veil every day, why don't I grant your wish?"

Then, she pulled out a gold hairpin from her black hair, and the cold hairpin touched Song Yi's face, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Consort Zhuang said quietly, "This face should indeed not be seen by His Majesty."

Song Yi immediately struggled, and the two palace maids who were holding her down were caught off guard and she broke free. Song Yi immediately tried to run out of the palace.

Unfortunately, Weiyang Palace was Consort Zhuang's territory, and before she could even reach the door, the palace maids guarding outside had already closed it.

Song Yi stopped in her tracks and said calmly, "Consort Zhuang, no matter what, I was personally appointed as a Lady of the Palace by His Majesty. If you insist on doing this, His Majesty will certainly not let you off the hook if he finds out!"

Consort Zhuang has always been lawless, because since she entered the palace, she has been granted the title of Consort by Jiang Lanye. For a whole year, although Jiang Lanye has never favored her, he has never restrained her power either.

"Don't worry, you wear a veil every day, so what if your face is ruined?"

"Moreover, if your face doesn't have scars, it would be a crime of deceiving the emperor. I'm actually helping you out."

Having said that, her eyes instantly turned incredibly vicious, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Seize her for me!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yi ran away again, but in her panic, she accidentally knocked over a vase on the table and broke it. She tripped over the table leg and fell heavily to the ground.

A shard of ceramic from the vase pierced her knee, causing her to groan in pain. She immediately reached out and gripped a larger shard tightly, even though its sharp edges cut her palm. She held it aloft, speaking softly to the two palace maids approaching her:
"If you continue forward, be careful that these porcelain shards don't hurt you first."

The two palace maids looked at each other, somewhat hesitant.

Her palm was cut open, and blood was gushing out. Even so, Song Yi seemed oblivious to the pain, still clutching the porcelain shard and coldly looking at the two of them.

Consort Zhuang urged, "What are you afraid of? Quickly seize her!"

After saying that, two palace maids rushed forward.

Song Yi took the porcelain shard and swiftly slashed at the outstretched arms of the two palace maids.

A cry of pain rang out, and Song Yi got up in a disheveled state. Even though the porcelain shards were deeply embedded in her palm, she was still unwilling to let go of them.

Consort Zhuang said coldly, "You two idiots, let everyone outside in."

The palace gates were opened, and several eunuchs rushed in.

Song Yi leaned helplessly against the cold wall. Seeing this, she felt utterly hopeless and gradually began to despair.

At this point, if she were to admit that she was Consort Yun, Consort Zhuang would probably think that she had been frightened into madness and had become reckless in her speech.

After all, in many people's hearts, Consort Yun had long been dead.

The eunuch stepped forward and restrained her again, pressing her down and forcing her to kneel on the ground.

So, the porcelain shard in his knee sank inwards again.

She was in so much pain that she wanted to curl up all over, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Consort Zhuang stepped forward and said, "You, a mere palace maid, dare to challenge me."

Having said that, she grabbed the hairpin and raised it again.

Song Yi was truly unable to move. She closed her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek from the extreme fear.

Jiang Lanye, if you don't come soon, you'll never see Consort Yun again in this lifetime.
(End of this chapter)