The Destiny of Going to Hell

Kangxi kept staring at Minghui until she left. He still seemed calm and indifferent, but there was a hint of smile in his eyes, and he even rubbed his fingers unconsciously.

Li Dequan, who was waiting on the side, sighed secretly. He had served the Emperor for decades and knew him best. Now seeing the Emperor's behavior, he was afraid that he might have developed feelings for the Eighth Concubine.

Li Dequan slapped himself inwardly. Even if the Eighth Concubine was extremely beautiful, how could his own emperor possibly fall in love with his daughter-in-law?

I must be overthinking it.

As soon as Minghui returned home, she saw Mingyu waiting for her with her chin in her hands. As soon as she saw her figure, a big smile immediately appeared on her oval face.

"Sister, I miss you so much. Is my brother-in-law still being so attentive to that Ruolan and ignoring you?"

Mingyu's eyes were full of concern. She actually hated the Eighth Prince very much. Because of him, her sister was no longer as radiant as before and was always exhausted because of him. However, he did not care about his sister's kindness and only knew how to please that vixen.

Minghui touched Mingyu's head, "I don't care who he flirts with anyway. Mingyu, if you don't have a man's love, it's good to be respected. If you can't get it, then just love yourself, understand? Besides, if anyone dares to bully you, I'll be the first to say no!"

Mingyu was stunned. Didn't her sister like her brother-in-law the most in the past, and she couldn't even say a bad word about him?

Now she has given up, right? Since her sister has let it go, she is too lazy to care about that vixen and pretends to be indifferent. But no matter how indifferent she is, how can a concubine not pay respect to the concubine? She usually nods when she sees her sister.

The Eighth Prince would only ask his sister to bear more responsibilities. Haha, he was willing to coax his sister when it came to using the power of Prince An's Mansion.

My sister said that I only love myself? Yes, to love others, you must first love yourself. My sister also understands this principle.

But what made her happiest was the last words her sister said. They were still young at that time, and her sister was playing with the horsewhip with great vigor. She said that whoever dared to treat me badly after marrying me would be whipped with the horsewhip.

My sister scolded me so many times because of the Eighth Prince. I thought she had forgotten it, but it turns out that she also remembered it.

Mingyu hugged her sister tightly, "I know you love me the most. When will you come home? Grandpa misses you so much."

Minghui rubbed Mingyu's head and said, "We will go back together tomorrow."

The two sisters were having a warm conversation when Cuizhi came in and reported, "Fujin, the concubine is outside asking to see you."

Minghui raised her eyebrows. What a rare guest. She had never come to greet him before, but now she came to ask for a meeting?

She thought about it and it seemed that it was about Ruoxi's stay.

She just couldn't understand why a girl who came to Beijing for the imperial selection was living in the prince's house? Not to mention that Kangxi was afraid that the Eighth Prince would try to plant someone in his place, and the Eighth Prince was not afraid of being accused of forming a clique for personal gain, wouldn't it be bad for his reputation?

However, she was too lazy to care.

Ruolan came in and bowed slightly, "Greetings, Madam."

She knew that given Fu Jin's personality, she would probably be in trouble, but for the sake of her sister, she had to come to Fu Jin.

"It's been a while since I've seen you come to pay your respects to me. Tell me, what brings you here today?" Minghui went straight to the point, and Ruolan looked a little unhappy.

Isn’t Minghui’s meaning that one would not visit a temple unless one has a request?

"I have a younger sister who is going to Beijing to participate in the election. I hope that Fu Jin can arrange a place for her to live in the mansion."

Mingyu had a stern face and was about to say something, but was stopped by Minghui.

"That's unfortunate. I have to stay at my grandparents' house for a while. I'm afraid I can't arrange it. You should go and ask the prince directly."

Ruolan believed that Minghui was making things difficult for her, and she was about to cry, "Fujin, please be kind, I promise I won't let the prince enter my courtyard today."

Minghui's clear eyes suddenly became sharp. It was clear that this person had some kind of brain disease.

"I said I'm busy, so what does it have to do with whether the prince goes to your courtyard? If you really want to, go and ask the prince to make the decision. If you don't understand what people say, don't stand here and bother me. Cuizhi, show him away."

Minghui's words were very blunt and Ruolan was kicked out.

Mingyu held her sister's hand and said, "Sister, why bother getting angry at that damn woman? It's not worth it to get yourself hurt by getting angry."

Minghui smiled brightly, "Who said I was angry? I just felt a little annoyed that she didn't understand what she said."

The next day, Minghui didn't pack anything and went straight back to Prince An's Mansion with Mingyu.

In the past few days, Ruolan has rarely been in a good mood towards the Eighth Prince because of Ruoxi's matter. The Eighth Prince is so immersed in the land of gentleness that he never imagined where Minghui has gone.

Minghui did not forget that Liangpin had added something that would kill her life into the medicine she had given her. How could such a good thing be enjoyed by her wife alone?

Of course, my mother-in-law deserves such a health-preserving recipe more.

Minghui asked 555 to add ingredients to Liangpin's meals every day. She would eat as much as the recipe she prepared for herself.

Anyway, her son has grown up, so what does it matter whether she dies or not?

At the same time, Ruoxi traveled thousands of miles to the capital and arrived at the gate of the mansion under the guidance of the servants of the Eighth Master.

Ruoxi looked at the gate in surprise, then asked quietly, "I wonder if you led me to the wrong place. My sister is a concubine, and according to the rules I should go through the corner gate. Why did you lead me to the main gate?"

The servant who led the way smiled and replied, "You are not in the wrong place. The prince specifically ordered this. Miss Ruoxi, please follow me."

Ruoxi nodded slightly, "Thank you very much."

Ruoxi did not lose her composure on the surface, but in her heart she still felt a little dislike for the Eighth Master.

Although the Eighth Master seemed to be doing this with good intentions for his sister, he had also heard that the Eighth Lady was fierce and jealous. What if the Eighth Lady got angry with his sister because of this?

He did make his sister burst into tears of gratitude, but in fact, his sister's life in the mansion was probably not easy.

Ruoxi had just entered the mansion and met her sister. She looked at her sister's quiet appearance, with sadness always covering her eyes, and couldn't help feeling distressed.

She hugged her sister, and she really didn't know how much suffering her sister had endured in this palace.

Alas, all women are like this. When they come to the capital, they don’t know where their future lies.

After Ruoxi packed her things, she took Qiaohui to the attic. She looked toward the northwest. Those brave and free days would be far away from her, and those magnificent scenery would only exist in her memories of the rest of her life.

Qiaohui saw that the second young lady also had sadness in her eyes like the eldest young lady, and she felt very uncomfortable, "Second young lady, the wind is strong, let's go back."

Ruoxi sighed, turned around and went downstairs. The moment she raised her foot, she found that something seemed to be pulling her body down.

She opened her mouth to ask Qiaohui to help her, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Before she fainted, she felt as if she was floating out and something was squeezing into her body.

Before she lost consciousness, she only heard Qiaohui scream, "Second Miss!"