Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

The night was as black as ink, the wind was howling, and every word of Concubine Zhou's accusation was heartbreaking.

Young Li Chengzhen cried loudly in fear: "Mother...I am scared..."

The princess felt heartbroken. Listening to her son crying, she felt both heartbroken and angry.

Shen Wei sighed inwardly. She stepped forward and advised in a gentle tone, "Concubine Zhou, your son's body has not been buried yet. If you make a big mistake today, you may not be able to see your child for the last time until you die."

Li Chengming's body was temporarily placed in the back hall and had not yet been buried.

Concubine Zhou's eyes were moved.

Yes, she hasn't seen her child's body yet...

Shen Wei continued patiently, "The child you are holding hostage is about the same age as your son. If your child were alive, he would be scared to see you so crazy."

The night wind blew up Concubine Zhou's hair. She was still very young, but her hair had turned a lot whiter. The once beautiful woman had now become a skinny, miserable person.

Li Chengzhen was still crying, her little face was covered with tears: "Wuwuwu...it hurts..."

Concubine Zhou shed tears, which flowed down her thin face. She seemed to be talking to herself, and memories emerged in her eyes: "Chengming is kind, he is the best child in the world. Last year, I went to the school to see him. He even held my hand and said that I was too thin and asked me to eat more... This silly child, he can't even eat enough, but he still cares about me..."

"What kind of world is this? The cannibalistic palace is full of hypocrites. It can't even tolerate a mother and son who want to live a peaceful life..."

Thinking of her young children, Concubine Zhou finally felt compassion.

Concubine Zhou's hand slowly loosened, and the dagger against Li Chengzhen's neck moved two inches away.

Shen Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Concubine Zhou does not go astray, Shen Wei can find a way to plead for her, let Concubine Zhou see her dead son, and even suggest to King Yan to send Concubine Zhou to guard the imperial mausoleum. She can leave the devil's den of King Yan's mansion for the rest of her life and stay with her child for a long time.

Shen Wei had just put her mind at ease when she heard the princess' sharp rebuke: "What hypocrisy? How dare you, a slut, insult this princess?"

Shen Wei: ...

Oh my god, can you please shut up at this time!

The princess boasted that she was noble and superior. She was the second daughter of the Tantai family. She had been pampered since childhood and later married the noble King of Yan and became the noble princess of Daqing. Who in Yanjing didn't envy her?

But tonight, the princess was threatened and insulted by a small concubine, and she was filled with anger.

The princess pinched the Buddhist beads in her hand and said coldly: "Back then you were just a merchant's daughter. I allowed you to enter the palace to serve the prince. Without me, you would still be selling smiles in a restaurant. You don't remember the kindness, but you have evil intentions and you won't let Chengzhen go!"

The bit of compassion in Concubine Zhou's heart disappeared into thin air.

She shed tears and shook her head in despair: "If there is no other way out, who would be willing to live in this cannibalistic place like the palace? The night is so cold, the walls are so high, and there is no humanity..."

The night wind was growing stronger and stronger, and thunder could be heard faintly in the sky.

Concubine Zhou closed her eyes in despair, clenched the dagger in her hand, and exerted force on her wrist, causing the child in her arms to cry.

puff-

The dagger slashed the child's left cheek.

shhh-

The guards in the palace rushed over, drew their bows and shot arrows, and the sharp arrows pierced Concubine Zhou's throat and heart.

Rumble, thunder came from the sky, lightning flashed, and heavy rain fell.

Concubine Zhou opened her mouth, blood gushed out of her throat. She looked at Princess Yan unwillingly, shedding two lines of turbid blood and tears: "I...curse...you...to die a miserable death..."

Concubine Zhou fell into the cold pond and her blood spread out.

Shen Wei clenched her sleeves, her eyes gloomy.

Li Chengzhen was so frightened that he burst into tears, and the horrible corpse of Concubine Zhou was reflected in his pupils. That scene was deeply engraved in the little boy's soul and became a nightmare that he would never get rid of for the rest of his life.

The princess held her crying son in her arms and said, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you... Let's go home, take a bath and have a good sleep. I will apply some medicine on your face later, and you can continue to study at the Imperial Academy tomorrow."

The princess hugged her crying son and stood up and ordered the guards: "Drag this bitch's body out and throw it into the mass grave!"

The guards went down to the pond, fished out Concubine Zhou's bloody corpse, casually threw it into a straw mat, wrapped it up and carried it out.

Before the princess left, she took a deep look at Shen Wei, her eyes full of displeasure: "I've seen enough of the excitement, so go back to your Liuli Pavilion."

There were flashes of lightning and thunder, and heavy rain fell, and the whole of Yanjing was shrouded in a damp rain curtain.

Shen Wei returned to Liuli Pavilion in the rain.

She did not change her wet clothes and walked back and forth in the room for several times. Shen Wei seemed to be unable to find a place to stay. For some reason, every familiar furnishing in the room became unfamiliar.

At a certain moment, Shen Wei felt that this beautifully decorated house was not as good as the shabby rental house she lived in in her previous life in Beijing.

Finally, Shen Wei came to the cradle and looked at the baby sleeping soundly in the cradle.

The thunder rumbled, and the little girl in the cradle was sleeping soundly, her face was white and tender, she was holding her favorite rattle in her hand, and her sleeping face was innocent.

Shen Wei's wandering heart calmed down.

Shen Wei looked at her daughter's sleeping face, but many figures emerged in her mind, the dead Zhang Yue, the concubine who froze to death, and the concubine Zhou who fell in a pool of blood...

Shen Wei secretly felt lucky that she had the ability to keep herself safe and the sleeping child in the cradle. Otherwise, she would be the next concubine of Zhou.

In this feudal and backward era, women have little power. Shen Wei does not want more concubines of Zhou to appear in the Prince of Yan's Mansion. She wants to work harder to reduce the oppression of those poor women.

"Picking lotus and apples." Shen Wei stood up slowly. The bright candlelight outlined a circle of soft light around Shen Wei.

Two maids hurried into the house.

Shen Wei changed her wet coat and told the two maids: "The princess has been in a lot of trouble these days and has no time to manage the palace. You should work harder and maintain order in the palace."

The princess is hypocritical and incompetent, sanctimonious and cruel.

In Shen Wei's opinion, the Prince of Yan's Mansion is a big company, and the princess is a leader with connections in the company. She has no ability and is just a figurehead. She relies on squeezing the rich and powerful butler to hold her position. This kind of person is a cancer in the company, and in the long run it will affect the operation of the entire company.

The cancer must be removed.

Shen Wei's original plan was to make the rich butler sick for half a month, so that the royal mansion and the backyard would be out of order, and the Prince of Yan and the Queen would definitely hand over the power of housekeeper to Shen Wei.

But the plan changed halfway, Concubine Zhou's child was gone, and Shen Wei was forced to move forward with her plan.

Cai Lian and Cai Ping looked at each other and said respectfully, "Master, rest assured, we will do it immediately."

Boom, thunder was heard outside the house.

Things are about to change in Prince Yan's Mansion.