The Destiny of Going to Hell

In a blink of an eye, it was time to go to the talent show. Shen Meizhuang stood out among the other beauties. She was as bright and shining as the moon in the crowd.

From a distance, she saw a simple and elegant figure walking towards her, "Sister Mei!" The beautiful girls around her all looked over here.

They were both so beautiful, they couldn't just huddle together for warmth before the selection. Who could be their rival after entering the palace? Everyone was secretly shocked.

Shen Meizhuang raised her eyebrows, "Who are you?" Zhen Huan smiled and said, "Sister Mei, I am Huan'er!"

Zhen Huan secretly compared herself in her heart and found that Shen Meizhuang was so much more beautiful than herself, making herself inferior.

In her childhood memories, she was always stronger than Shen Meizhuang in everything, but that memory gradually became unclear. She was now angry that she couldn't compare to the beautiful man standing in front of her.

Shen Meizhuang just nodded lightly, "It's you." Without any more unnecessary movements, Zhen Huan came forward and joked.

"Could it be that I was chosen and you're jealous? Sister, you know me well. We have a childhood friendship. Besides, I was hoping that I wouldn't be chosen. Sister, you came all the way here..."

Before Zhen Huan could finish her words, she saw Shen Meizhuang take a step back and distance herself from her.

In the drama, Zhen Huan said that she wished she was not selected, but at the same time she praised Shen Meizhuang's beauty and said that the emperor would never forget her after seeing her.

There were many outstanding ladies among the concubines, so why did she openly create hatred for Shen Meizhuang? She showed that she had no intention of fighting and set up a target, which made her a "female Zhuge Liang".

"I don't have a younger sister in my family. As for our childhood relationship, it's just that we met a few times at my grandfather's house. It's not really a relationship. Whether you want to be chosen or not has nothing to do with me. Miss Zhen, please be careful with your words."

Zhen Huan's face froze and she felt secretly annoyed.

I don't know whether she was angry that Shen Meizhuang said she had no sisters at home to slap her in the face, or she was angry that she didn't use Shen Meizhuang as a target.

An Lingrong poured the tea on Xia Dongchun, "Whose maiden are you? You poured such hot tea on me, are you trying to kill yourself?"

Xia Dongchun frowned and asked, "I'm asking you? Who are you from?" An Lingrong also knew that she had gotten into trouble, and stammered, "My name is An Lingrong, my father, my father..."

Xia Dongchun was angry when she saw An Lingrong being so timid. Why did she look like she couldn't even say anything? "Can't you even mention your father's official position?"

An Lingrong carefully looked at the expressions of the people around her, and felt that everyone was laughing at her rudeness and impoliteness. She felt insecure and said, "My father is An Bihuai, the magistrate of Songyang County."

"Hmph~ You are indeed a small family from a remote countryside. Why do you have to embarrass yourself in the palace?" Xia Dongchun looked impatient.

A concubine stood by and said, "Do you know that the person you offended is Miss Xia Dongchun from the Zuoling family of the bannermen?"

Looking at Xia Dongchun who looked proud, An Lingrong said, "Lingrong was a little nervous when she first arrived at the palace. I made a mistake and I hope you will forgive me for this unintentional mistake."

Xia Dongchun was speechless. Your careless mistake might make me guilty of impoliteness in front of the palace!

An Lingrong said she would compensate Xia Dongchun with a set of clothes, but Xia Dongchun still refused to give in. "If you kneel down and kowtow to me and apologize, I will be generous and forgive you."

Looking at this scene, Shen Meizhuang felt that Xia Dongchun was indeed frivolous, but had her own reasons for being frivolous, and she did not even think of helping An Lingrong.

An Lingrong is a sensitive and low-self-esteem person. Whether you are good to her or not, it will be bad at the moment when she is uncomfortable. It is too tiring to get along with such a person, and I don't need this helper.

But An Lingrong looked at Xia Dongchun with tears in her eyes and said, "I know I made a big mistake and made my sister angry. My sister has been magnanimous. It's a big deal to meet a saint soon. Why don't I accompany my sister to change clothes first, and my sister can deal with Lingrong later."

Xia Dongchun looked at the hand that was grabbing her sleeve and then at An Lingrong's pitiful appearance, and goose bumps appeared on her body.

She pouted: "Okay, okay, I'll go change my clothes first. I'm not asking you to die, so why are you acting like this? Others will think I'm bullying you!"

If this isn't bullying the beautiful ladies surrounding you, what is this?

Looking at An Lingrong leaving with Xia Dongchun, Shen Meizhuang seemed to be lost in thought. It seemed that even without Zhen Huan, An Lingrong could get through this crisis on her own.

Yes, after all, even if I was late, I could still rely on one sentence: Thanks to my aunt, I was not delayed today. If it were someone else, how could I have such a blessing? I could make my aunt smile instead of her sad face.

How could An Lingrong, who grew up in such a family environment, not have her own way of doing things? Why did she need Zhen Huan to intervene?

Maybe it was because of Zhen Huan's interference that Xia Dongchun felt even more angry and kept pestering An Lingrong.

Zhen Huan? Zhen Huan was still annoyed at Shen Meizhuang for not being polite, so she didn't notice what was happening here.