The Destiny of Going to Hell

(I suddenly realized that I am still in the mansion after 30 chapters of this story. In the next chapter, I will use the time method to directly let Yinzhen enter the reign of Hongli.)

When Mrs. Ulanara returned home, she told Narbu about Qingying's idea, and Narbu agreed after a little thought.

Qingying was right. Seeing that Hongli would definitely sit on the supreme position, Qingying was the kind of person who could not lower herself.

Marrying one daughter is marrying, marrying two daughters is also marrying. The Ulanara family has no pillar, and the women in the harem are icing on the cake when the family is at its peak.

When necessary, it is possible to ask the emperor to promote more of their own people and revitalize the family. Even if there is no way to get the emperor to promote, there are favorite concubines in the harem, and they will give some face.

When the family is in decline, the women in the harem become the lifeline. Since ancient times, the best wind to blow is the pillow wind.

This can prevent your family from falling into decline, and can also prevent your relatives and clansmen from being trampled on and becoming a laughing stock.

In the eyes of the Ulanara clan, being accused of relying on nepotism is not a shameful thing, only the benefits obtained are real.

Qingzhi was embroidering her veil slowly, stitch by stitch, and her face was filled with joy as she was about to leave this family that made her uncomfortable.

In ancient times, if a woman wanted to escape the confinement of her family, she could only become a wife of another family and accept another confinement. But in Qingzhi's eyes, anything was better than this family.

Narbu stepped into the room, and Qingzhi quickly stood up and saluted, "My daughter greets Father."

Naerbu helped his daughter up, glanced at the red handkerchief on Qingzhi's desk, and said lightly, "No need to embroider that thing, you can marry to Prince Bao's mansion on a chosen day."

Choosing a date, which date? Of course, it was the day that Qingying and Prince Bao had agreed on. After they had agreed, Qingzhi was carried in a sedan chair. To put it nicely, it was a marriage, but to put it bluntly, it was just like bringing an object home.

Qingzhi opened her eyes wide, and she opened her mouth slightly as if she wanted to say something, but her father stopped her, "The clan has discussed this matter, so you can just wait for the news."

After saying this, Narbu left, leaving Qingzhi sitting there in a daze, speechless for a long time.

After a while, she spoke and instructed the maid beside her, "Ah Heng, go and find out where our father and mother went today." She wanted to confirm something.

Upon learning that only her mother had gone to the palace to visit her sister, Qingzhi's tears, which had been accumulating in her eyes for a long time, finally fell.

It was like this again, she knew.

Whenever I met my sister, I was always the one who was abandoned. Why? Wasn't I their biological child?

My sister said that she didn't want me to be too far away from her, so as a lady from a wealthy family, I could only live in the west room of her courtyard like a maid.

My elder sister said that she didn't like wearing blue, so from then on, the clothes my mother bought for her avoided blue.

My elder sister said that she didn't want to learn too many things and tire herself out so that she wouldn't be able to learn how to appreciate poetry and books, and calligraphy and paintings, which all housekeepers and young ladies should learn.

Who am I? It's fine that my father and mother gave all their love to my sister, but should I let her control my life?

Qingzhi was in tears, and her heart was filled with disgust towards this family and Qingying. She cried hard, cried heartbreakingly, and cried until she vomited.

555: Why do you need two children if you can't treat them equally? If you treat one child as a servant of the other, you are not worthy of being a parent!

I don't know how Qingying persuaded Hongli, but Qingzhi was still carried into the mansion in a sedan chair.

At night, Hongli did not go to visit Qingzhi, but stayed in Qingying's yard.

Qingzhi stroked the red handkerchief she brought in, her hands constantly stroking it, tears falling from her eyes.

Qingzhi had long been accustomed to the embarrassment caused by Qingying since she was a child, and she endured it numbly.

Gao Xiyue and Fu Cha Langya were crouching together. She teased Jinse while complaining to Fu Cha Langya, "She is a concubine, why should she pretend to be virtuous and generous? She even cares about the prince's concubines."

Seeing that Fu Cha Langya had no reaction, Gao Xiyue became even more angry, "Her claws are so long, sister, aren't you angry? Also, I heard that her sister is discussing marriage with her, and she directly dragged her in as a concubine. How can she be so shameless? What kind of person is she!"

Gao Xiyue was as angry as a little pufferfish. Fu Cha Langya smiled and poked her face, "Why are you even angrier than me? The prince has told me about this."

After hearing from Fu Cha Langya that Hongli had greeted her, Gao Xiyue was not so angry anymore, but she still blamed Qingying for not being able to see her own identity clearly.

Fu Cha Langya smiled and touched Gao Xiyue's head. "Don't force things. Why bother to use strategies? Qingying's move may not be as expected. If you wield a knife for a long time, who knows if you will not be hurt by the blade one day?"

The next day, after Qingzhi offered tea to Fucha Langya, she met Hailan at the corner. Hailan stood in front of her and seemed to be talking to herself.

"Even if I am the fish on the chopping board, maybe no one will take me seriously if I fight to the death, but I will splatter his blood even before I die."

After saying this, Hai Lan threw the flowers in her hand to the ground, crushed them with her feet to squeeze out the juice, and left.

Qingzhi looked at the juice splashing from the flowers onto the hem of Hailan's skirt and her eyes darkened.

Fu Cha Langya couldn't help but sigh as she looked at 555's screen projection, "When will this trouble stop? When will this harm to others stop?"

But she likes it, hehe, the feeling of slipping through the cracks is really great! So you guys are causing trouble, and I am sitting on the Diaoyutai. (*ˉ︶ˉ*)