The Virtuous Concubine

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Jingyi shrank back in fear.

After seeing clearly that it was Malu approaching, Jingyi finally couldn't hold back any longer and threw herself into Malu's arms, bursting into tears.

The suppressed sobs carried endless grievances and fears, and the surging tears wet Malu's clothes.

Jingyi knew that this was very rude, but she still couldn't help but hold Malu's clothes tightly, as if that was her only support in this vast world.

Her crying was like a sharp knife, piercing Malu's heart.

Malu patted her back without saying a word, letting her cry as much as she wanted. When Jingyi's crying gradually subsided, she patted Jingyi's back gently and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's...it's okay now."

Jingyi still couldn't stop sobbing: "My queen, my queen... I'm really scared, just now... I didn't mean it, my queen..."

Malu gently smoothed her sweat-soaked hair and nodded, "I know, I know everything. This is not your fault, it's all their fault, they deserve to die. Don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for you and will not let you suffer in vain."

Jingyi felt even more upset when she heard Malu say this.

If the queen reprimanded me, scolded me, saying that I seduced the emperor, was restless, and dared to climb into bed, I could end my life more cleanly and neatly!

She started crying again, but this time, Malu didn't give her the chance to indulge in sorrow.

She didn't want to ask about what happened anymore. This would only be a secondary injury to Jingyi, asking her to reveal her scars again.

There's no need, she won't let any of the culprits go!

She patted Jingyi, pointed at the two sets of clothes in Bai Fu's hand not far away, and said, "We don't have much time left, and the most important thing is to settle you down first. Today's matter... is done, take a look, which set of clothes do you choose? Tell me when you have chosen."

One set is the palace maid's clothes, and the other set is the clothes for a concubine.

Bai Fu also looked reluctant and slowly walked to the bedside to let Jingyi choose.

Jingyi naturally knew what her master meant, and she also knew that she should choose the concubine's clothes.

If you choose this set of concubine's clothes, the master will help you get a good position and live in the side hall of Yonghe Palace under the protection of the master. . .

But she still reached out without hesitation and tightly grasped the dress of the first-class palace maid.

Seeing that Jingyi's attention had been diverted by him, Malu breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, you are still my Aunt Jingyi of Yonghe Palace, but from today on, you will serve me just like Baixia Baifu."

To Malu, it doesn't matter what Jingyi chooses, but the most important thing is that Jingyi should know that she still has a future and not be depressed by such things.

Jingyi nodded with tears in her eyes, and her tears dripped onto the clothes, spreading out.

Seeing that Jingyi had almost recovered, Malu asked a few people to pack up and take all the relevant items and servants back to Yonghe Palace.

In Yonghe Palace, Doctor Rong was already waiting. While Doctor Rong was diagnosing Jingyi's body, Malu went to personally interrogate the servants present today.

The Empress Dowager and Concubine Yi both sent people over and presented some gifts as a reward for Jingyi's cleverness in preventing the Fifth Prince and others from getting hurt in time.

Yonghe Palace was very busy for a while, and the most leisurely people were Jingyi and Dachun who was accompanying Jingyi.

Dachun had already learned what happened from Baixia. Baixia repeatedly reminded Dachun that the most important thing now was Jingyi, and he should let Jingyi live well, and at most treat it as a dog bite, so that she could think more positively.

Dachun hated the murderer who drugged Xueying, and he hated Kangxi even more.

Su Peisheng had already gone to see the imperial physician, so there was no need for Kangxi to do so... He was just taking advantage of the situation to get his hands on Jingyi.

Jingyi was lying on the bed, her face still a little pale. She looked at Dachun who was silent beside her, and felt as if her heart was torn apart and burning with pain.

Dachun sat at the head of the bed, staring at Jingyi without blinking.

Her Majesty has instructed that Jingyi must be accompanied by someone at this time and cannot be left alone.

"Don't think about it anymore. It's all in the past. Just focus on your health now, and let the queen and the others handle the rest."

Hearing Dachun's stuttering words, Jingyi forced a smile on her face, "But I'm still a little worried. I don't know if it will bring any trouble to Yonghe Palace."

Seeing that she seemed to be fine while talking, Dachun felt more relaxed: "Don't worry, the queen is so powerful, she will definitely be able to handle it."

Jingyi said nothing.

Dachun thought for a moment, then said solemnly: "Just relax. When you get better, we can be the same as before."

These words seemed to touch Jingyi's sore spot, and she choked up all of a sudden.

"How can I be the same as before?"

When Dachun saw Jingyi crying, his heart ached. He quickly climbed up to the edge of the bed and hugged her, comforting her: "Are you no longer Jingyi from today? You are still you!"

Jingyi cried breathlessly: "Nothing is the same anymore. No one will treat me the same way as before. We can't... we can't!"

Dachun naturally knew what she meant by "can't".

She shook her head: "Why not? If you are named a concubine by the emperor, I will beg the master to be your chief maid, and I will be at your disposal. This way, we can spend more time together than we do now."

Jingyi was sensitive. She realized that Dachun really didn't seem to mind. The determination to die, which had been half-hearted because of Malu's tolerance and care, was reduced a lot more.

Seeing Jingyi's body relax a little, Dachun continued: "If the emperor has no other ideas, then we can always stay together in Yonghe Palace day and night. Why can't we be together?"

Jingyi wiped away her tears, only to feel the pain in the corners of her eyes: "Are you really going to stay in this palace forever? Dachun, you still have hope."

Dachun looked at Jingyi solemnly: "I won't leave you alone, just like you didn't give up on me. I will only be with you and won't go anywhere else."

Jingyi shook her head, "I don't want you to be trapped here because of me."

Dachun smiled, and seemed to not understand Jingyi's obsession: "I didn't have any idea where to go, I just wanted to be with you."

Originally, they had planned that when they reached the age of marriage, they would ask the Empress to let them both leave the palace, and then buy a small house and open two shops... They would live happily together for a long time.

Now, everything has come to nothing. The imperial concubines who have been taken in by the emperor can never leave the palace in their lifetime.

She thought a lot on the way back.

She thought about how to die, how to repay the queen, and even wanted Dachun to abandon her. . .

Jingyi was silent for a moment, feeling a little shaken.

Seeing that she remained silent, Dachun gritted his teeth and said, "If you really can't let it go, wait until the queen finds out the culprit, and I will kill the emperor and the murderer to avenge you."

When Jingyi heard Dachun's words, she was shocked and quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Why are you crazy?"