The passers-by are vicious

Jiang Wanwan sat at the table, propped up by her hands, with her eyes closed and her soft lips tightly pursed.

There was also a letter on the table, signed by Rui.

Qiu Yu, who had gone out to inquire, walked in. Jiang Wanwan did not open her eyes, "How is it?"

"I have inquired and found out that Prince Yong'an did take a concubine named Zheng. It seems that it is Miss Zheng Zhaorong."

"Burn the letter."

Jiang Wanwan rested for a while, holding her forehead with her hand, feeling slightly tired.

Qiuyu carefully picked up the letter on the table, lit the candle and burned the paper.

Jiang Wanwan suddenly received a message from Situ Rui saying that his father had taken a concubine named Zheng, who was only sixteen years old.

She didn't think of Zheng Zhaorong at first, but she still asked Qiuyu to ask around.

Now that the news is accurate, it seems that Zheng Zhaorong really risked her life for power.

Otherwise, why would she marry the old man whom she never even looked at before?

He was still the kind of old stud who had countless concubines, a legitimate son who was the same age as himself, and five or six other concubines and sons.

Ever since Jiang Wanwan met Situ Rui, she has learned many secrets that no one else knows.

Prince Yong'an not only has a hobby of abusing women, but also...

As night falls, the moonlight shines down, illuminating the Yong'an Palace.

It is located in a prosperous area of ​​the capital, but it seems particularly deserted.

The buildings in the palace are well-arranged and the courtyards are deep, giving people a solemn feeling.

In a corner of the palace, several candles were lit throughout the room, making the entire room as bright as day.

The middle-aged man sitting at the table was drinking something from a bowl.

There were only tiny lines on his old face, and his eyes were upturned like Situ Rui's. Although his face was still handsome, he looked a little sinister because of the blue color under his eyes.

Prince Yong'an was holding the bright red liquid and drinking it in big gulps.

His mouth was stained with red liquid, even the corners of his mouth were stained red.

While drinking, he showed a satisfied expression, as if he was enjoying the most delicious food in the world.

Beside him, Zheng Zhaorong fell to the ground trembling.

Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were filled with fear, and there was a hideous, horrifying wound on her wrist.

Blood gushed out from the wound continuously, flowing down the white arm, forming a bright red blood line.

What was strange was that she did not use gauze or anything like that to bandage the wound, but instead let the blood flow and drip into a small bowl below.

After Prince Yong'an finished the last sip, he heaved a long sigh of satisfaction, then gently placed the bowl on the table, stuck out his tongue, and licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, "As expected, the blood of a young beauty, it is delicious."

He turned his head and his eyes fell on Zheng Zhaorong again, as if he saw a delicious food.

The phoenix eyes are full of greed and desire, which makes people shudder.

Prince Yong'an took concubines not just for the purpose of abuse, but actually to drink women's blood.

As for those bastards in the courtyard, they were just vases he found and placed in the mansion to cover up the fact that he drank blood.

Even Situ Rui didn't know that Prince Yong'an only had this one son.

“Your Majesty….”

Zheng Zhaorong handed the half bowl of blood to Prince Yong'an with trembling wrists. Her beautiful face was timid as she said in a trembling voice: "Can I wrap the gauze around my wrist?"

Upon hearing this, Prince Yong'an held up the porcelain bowl filled with blood and glanced at her with his gloomy phoenix eyes. Seeing that Zheng Zhaorong's face was as pale as earth, he knew that if she went down there, she would probably bleed to death today.

Thinking that the blood tasted good and he hadn't drunk enough for the time being, he waved his hand mercifully.

"Call the doctor to come in and treat the concubine's wound."

The doctor who was waiting outside immediately entered the house, saluted Prince Yong'an, and then quickly bandaged the wound on Zheng Zhaorong's wrist.

As for the shocking things in it, he didn't even blink, as if he had seen and dealt with a lot of them.

Another servant came over with a blood-replenishing soup made from red dates and handed it to Zheng Zhaorong. After she drank it, she and the doctor left together.

During this time, he didn't even raise his head, and his expression was so calm that it was a little creepy.

Zheng Zhaorong lowered her head, feeling her limp body and the piercing pain from the bandages on her wrists, her heart filled with fear.

She knew that she had fallen into a quagmire from which she could not escape, and that she could only obey the orders of Prince Yong'an in order to save her life.

She hated her bad luck, and hated herself even more for being favored by the old pervert Prince Yong'an.

He was filled with despair and regret that he had been deceived by Prince Yong'an's appearance and tricked into the palace, becoming a drink.

Prince Yong'an looked at Zheng Zhaorong's expression of fear and regret, but he did not feel the slightest bit of sympathy in his heart.

The woman in front of him was just a vessel filled with blood, a tool to satisfy his appetite.

He pinched Zheng Zhaorong's chin through the handkerchief, raised his eyes slightly, and smiled evilly, but his tone was so vicious that it was scary.

"As long as you behave well, I will not treat you unfairly. But if you dare to betray me and spread the news, I don't mind giving the dog some food."

Zheng Zhaorong nodded with trembling body and fear in her eyes, tears welling up in her eyes. However, her delicate and pitiful appearance could not cause the Prince of Yong'an to react in the slightest.

Prince Yong'an loosened his grip on her hand, and the handkerchief that was cushioning her fell to the ground.

He took a sip of the blood in the bowl and threw it on the table.

The taste has deteriorated after being left for too long.

He picked up the white brocade handkerchief held by the servant kneeling beside him.

After wiping the corners of his mouth, he threw it directly into the servant's arms. Prince Yong'an said in a cold voice: "Deal with it all."

The mute servants nodded, and then skillfully cleaned all the blood-stained towels and bowls in the house.

Even the floor was wiped again, leaving no gaps untouched.

After Prince Yong'an left, Zheng Zhaorong fell to the ground with weak legs and cried loudly.

The mute servants around continued to clean the room as if they were not aware of their work.

Until everything was sorted out and everyone left, only Zheng Zhaorong was left lying on the ground.

At the Sheng Mansion, Jiang Wanwan was lying on a chair watching Sheng Ying practicing martial arts with Sheng Hongyi in the yard.

At this time, a maid came in from outside the courtyard.

"Madam, the concubine of Prince Yong'an has sent an invitation. She wants you to come to the palace for a gathering."

Qiuyu's expression changed slightly as she took the note handed over by the servant and handed it to Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan glanced at it and waved her hand to let Qiuyu put it away.

I didn't feel the slightest bit of surprise, instead I felt like it had finally come.

He even thought with disdain how Zheng Zhaorong could be so sure that she would be summoned by her.

I still think that relying on the concubine of Prince Yong'an's Palace will make her endure it obediently.

Before Jiang Wanwan could show any expression, Qiu Yu spoke nervously, "Madam, Concubine Zheng obviously has bad intentions. Do you want to go?"

"She is now the concubine of Prince Yong'an, but I am also the wife of the Minister of Personnel. She is just a concubine. Even if I go, what can she dare to do?"

No matter what she was thinking, Jiang Wanwan smiled lightly without any fear on her face.

What's more, with Situ Rui around, Zheng Zhaorong couldn't do anything to her.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I want to see what Zheng Zhaorong is going to do."

Jiang Wanwan also wanted to add some fun to herself. She wanted to see what this Hongmen Banquet was all about.

Sheng Hongyi, who was practicing martial arts with Sheng Ying, came over and happened to hear the conversation between the master and the servant. With a gentle look and a smile, he asked: "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Wanwan stood up from the recliner, took the handkerchief handed to her by Qiuyu, wiped the sweat off Sheng Hongyi's forehead, and then said, "Nothing, Concubine Zheng invited me to a small gathering at the Yong'an Palace."

"Concubine Zheng, Zheng Zhaorong." Sheng Hongyi raised his eyebrows, took the handkerchief from Jiang Wanwan's hand and wiped his cheek, "Even if she invites you, you don't have to go."

Naturally, he had heard a long time ago that Prince Yong'an had taken a concubine whose surname was Zheng, so that meant it couldn't be just Zheng Zhaorong.

Of course he knew something about the dirty stuff between Zheng Zhaorong and Jiang Wanwan.

No matter who was right or wrong, he would not allow Jiang Wanwan to be the one who got hurt.

Naturally, I don’t recommend Jiang Wanwan to go either.

Jiang Wanwan smiled softly, "After all, she is the concubine of Prince Yong'an. Now that I am the wife of the Sheng Mansion, I naturally have to consider the reputation of our Sheng Mansion."

Throwing the handkerchief to Xue Bi who was standing beside him, Sheng Hongyi held Jiang Wanwan's hand and said softly, "There is no such thing as face or shame in our Sheng family. It all depends on whether we are happy or not."

Xue Bi, who was holding a handkerchief at the side, rolled his eyes in his heart and said, "You are so hypocritical."

I don’t know who told me not to lose face for the Sheng family when I’m out there.

Yes, I am just a servant, how dare I compare with your beloved.

Jiang Wanwan didn't expect that Sheng Hongyi, who had always been so glorious, would actually say such rebellious words that were inconsistent with his character.

"As the wife of the Sheng family, I naturally want to preserve the reputation of our Sheng family, but I will not put myself in a difficult position."

"It's also a chance to relax. Besides, with my husband here, she wouldn't dare do anything to me."

Seeing that Jiang Wanwan didn't look reluctant, Sheng Hongyi nodded with relief, "Okay, then bring more guards with you when you go."

"Yeah." Jiang Wanwanrou smiled and nodded, leaning on Sheng Hongyi's shoulder and looking at Sheng Ying who was still posing there.

Suddenly I feel that the years are peaceful and there is nothing wrong with a simple life.

Of course, only for a moment.

On the day she went to the Prince Yong'an's Palace, Jiang Wanwan dressed up as usual and only picked out a yellow embroidered brocade skirt.

Because Jiang Wanwan was not worthy of dressing up to meet her, and being too formal would only give Zheng Zhaorong face.

Moreover, she had already contacted Situ Rui, and he would be in the mansion that day.

When Jiang Wanwan arrived at the Yong'an Palace in a carriage, the vermilion gate in front was indeed closed, and there were no servants waiting there.

Jiang Wanwan, sitting in the carriage, asked the maid to knock on the door without any change in expression.

But after knocking for a long time, the doorman finally opened the door and the maid handed over the invitation.

"We have not heard of anyone visiting today."

After saying this, the doorman slammed the door shut without hesitation.

The maid was very angry and was about to knock on the door again, but Jiang Wanwan asked someone to stop her.

She quietly lifted the car curtain and looked at the closed door, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible sneer.

At this time, a maid with inverted triangle eyes approached the wall and bowed to Jiang Wanwan in the carriage, "Madam Sheng, I was sent by Concubine Zheng to pick you up."

Jiang Wanwan, who was sitting in the carriage, was not in a hurry to get off. Qiuyu smiled and said to the maid, "Madam, please go open the door first. I will help Madam get off the carriage."

The nanny with inverted triangle eyes pretended to be embarrassed, "Well, the prince has the final say at the main gate. So Madam Sheng can only follow me into the palace through the small gate."

Jiang Wanwan, who was sitting in the carriage, raised her eyebrows, thinking that Concubine Zheng was really impatient.

But she didn't expect that Zheng Zhaorong would dare to give her a warning before she even entered the door. Was she sure that she would not leave?

Even if she was disappointed.

The maid of the Sheng family standing beside the carriage was indignant and spoke sarcastically without hesitation, "Concubine Zheng is so arrogant that she invited our wife to come but didn't let her enter through the main gate. Our wife is the wife of the Minister of Personnel and the daughter-in-law of the eldest princess. She is just a concubine and she wants to humiliate our wife with this."

The nanny with the inverted triangle eyes pretended to be terrified and said, "Please don't embarrass me, Madam."

"Since it's inconvenient, let's visit the palace another day. Qiuyu, let's go."

Jiang Wanwan turned her head sideways and spoke coldly to the nanny with inverted triangle eyes outside through the gauze curtain of the carriage.

"Madam Sheng..." The nanny seemed not to have expected Jiang Wanwan to say that, and subconsciously stretched out her arm to stop her, but when she met the sharp eyes of the dozens of guards surrounding the carriage, she immediately shut her mouth.

Qiuyu immediately got on the carriage, and just as the coachman was about to drive away, the door with a plaque of "Prince Yong'an's Palace" suddenly opened.

The middle-aged man in a dark robe who seemed to be a butler smiled and bowed to the carriage, "It was my servant who acted on his own initiative. I apologize for the offense. I hope Madam Sheng will not take it personally."

He glanced at the nanny beside him, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Then, without waiting for Jiang Wanwan to speak, she scolded the nanny with inverted triangle eyes: "Since she is invited by Concubine Zheng, how can you be so neglectful? Hurry up and welcome Madam Sheng in."

The voice was full of rebuke, and the nanny with triangular eyes couldn't help but tremble.

She quickly lowered her head, not daring to speak any more, but secretly complaining in her heart.

She just felt that Concubine Zheng, Madam Yu Sheng, was fighting against her from a distance, and she became cannon fodder.

The palace steward turned around and smiled respectfully at Jiang Wanwan in the carriage, "Madam Sheng, I will personally take you to see Concubine Zheng."

Jiang Wanwan got off the carriage gracefully and walked into the palace with Qiuyu.

Seeing this, the guards surrounding the carriage also followed and were about to enter the palace. After all, Sheng Hongyi had instructed them to provide close protection.

He was stopped by the palace's gatekeeper, "My Lords, the palace's rules do not allow anyone except guests to enter."

"But they were all sent by Minister Sheng to protect my wife." Qiu Yu frowned immediately upon seeing this.

"The palace is very safe with other guards, and they will definitely protect Madam Sheng. Prince Yong'an has ordered that no other guards are allowed to enter the palace, and no more than two maids are allowed to enter."

Seeing this, Jiang Wanwan gently patted Qiuyu's hand, signaling her to stay calm.

"In that case, I will only bring my personal maid in."

In the end, Jiang Wanwan only brought Qiuyu and another maid in.

The gate of the palace slowly closed, leaving the guards and a group of maids staring at the direction of the palace.

They all held their hands on the hilt of the knife, ready to rush in to rescue if they received a signal from Jiang Wanwan's secret guard.

Zheng Zhaorong seemed to live in a side courtyard. Jiang Wanwan led her maid and followed the housekeeper through the garden.

The palace attendants they met along the way all lowered their heads and waited for Jiang Wanwan and the housekeeper to pass by before continuing forward.

Why didn't I see the maid?