The beautiful abandoned girl opened her eyes and she fought back with her medical skills

He picked up the bowl of chilled bird's nest, sniffed it, and then put it down with a thud.

Sure enough, the palace was full of traps.

"What kind of poison is it?" Qin Changge walked over and sniffed, but he couldn't smell anything.

Hua Jianli pursed her lips and said, "It is a drug that makes people dull, but it will not harm their lives."

"Where is the person who just delivered the things?" Qin Changge asked.

"He's gone!" Qing Feng replied.

Seeing Hua Jianli still in deep thought, Qin Changge was puzzled, "What did you think of?"

Hua Jianli didn't say anything, he just picked up the bowl and smelled it again. This smell...

Why give her a feeling of having eaten and smelled it before.

She was sure that she had never eaten it. That was the sense left by the original owner. Could it be that the original owner had eaten it?

Queen...

Prime Minister's Mansion...

It seems that the Queen was really behind this matter.

Now the entire palace is under the control of the queen, and it is indeed difficult to deal with her.

"I wonder if this bowl of bird's nest was originally given by the Empress to the Imperial Concubine, but someone under her misunderstood it and sent it to me instead?"

Qin Changge smiled playfully, her stunning features could drown a person, "It's possible!"

"Oh, what a pity, I can't enjoy such delicious food..." She looked regretful.

"If you can't bear it, then don't bear it. Qinglin, send this bowl of bird's nest to the cold palace and give it to the imperial concubine in the name of the fourth prince..." Qin Changge said.

"I'll go right away!" Qinglin said nothing, picked up the bowl and disappeared.

……

Noon.

It was the hottest time of the day. The cicadas hid in the big trees, chirping at the top of their lungs, making the already irritable people even more irritable.

Therefore, the sun does not treat anyone differently, no matter whether you are a commoner or a royal relative.

The palace maids and nannies would occasionally move around, but they would come and go in a hurry. They would try not to stay long if possible, for fear that they would become roasted pigs the next moment.

Cold palace.

It is the most dilapidated, remote and smelliest place in the entire palace.

In Jiang Lan's eyes, the cold palace was a place that accumulated the resentment, curses, and deaths of countless women. It was like a bottomless abyss or hell. The air was foul, damp, and silent.

Suddenly, something ran past her feet. She stomped her feet subconsciously and found out it was a mouse.

"Ah..." She screamed, "Someone, come quickly!"

In the past, the palace maids and nannies would appear quickly to help her expel these disgusting things, but now, no matter how loudly she shouted, no one showed up.

The mouse was frightened by her scream and couldn't find its own hole. It ran around in a panic and finally ran out the door.

Phew! Pat your chest.

She sat down on the wooden bed, which creaked. She jumped up again and looked around to see how many horrible things there were here.

After looking for a long time, there were no other living creatures except the mouse. The air was full of fine dust, flying around her.

How is this different from a dungeon?

Will she never be able to get out?

From now on, she would be accompanied by loneliness and coldness, just like all the women who had been here before, waiting to die, or go crazy...

No, no!

"I don't want to live here, no! Ah Jin, save me, save me, is there anyone, someone come..."

It seemed that God heard her prayers, and an old woman wearing gray clothes, with wrinkles all over her face and whose age could not be determined, appeared at the door.

"Stop whining, behave yourself when you're here and don't cause any trouble!"

"How dare you! This is the way you talk to me, slap yourself in the face!" Her face turned cold and she started to act like a royal concubine.

"Who are you being so rude to?" The old lady shouted at him, her bark-like face not kind at all...

Compared to her, my voice is louder and a little tender.

Jiang Lan was scolded so hard that she dared not say a word. The old woman opened her big mouth, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth, like a man-eating demon.

"I'm telling you, now that you've come to the cold palace, you better behave yourself. This is not your place. From now on, what you eat and drink will depend on my mood. Don't piss me off. I'll starve you for three days and three nights, and then we'll see what you can do to get away with it!"

"Take it!" The old nanny raised the bowl in her hand. Someone had just delivered it to you, saying that the Fourth Prince had ordered it to be given to you..."

The old woman placed the bowl of chilled bird's nest on the shabby table.

The Fourth Prince was kind-hearted and even sent food.

It tastes pretty good!

If that person had not ordered that it must be handed over to the imperial concubine, this bowl of top-quality bird's nest would have gone into his stomach.

"You said this was sent by the Fourth Prince?" Jiang Lan felt joy rising in her heart.

"That's what the person who brought it said... Just be quiet after eating. I don't have time to keep an eye on you..." The nanny yawned, turned and left.

He wiped the stool, sat at the table with a look of disgust, picked up the iced bird's nest, took two sips and put it down.

No appetite.

In the stuffy room, she was bare-faced, with her hair loosely tied up in a bun. A few strands of her hair fell around her ears because of her tiny movements, adding a touch of sexy temptation to her already beautiful face...

Her clothes were half open, and the mountains were faintly visible. Even though it was cool in the cold palace, the sweat flowed down her forehead and cheeks and flowed among the peaks.

This scene was seen by the man who just pushed the door open. He swallowed inadvertently and turned around to close the door.

The woman ran over happily. Although she was middle-aged, she smiled brilliantly like a little girl. Then, she pouted and said, "Why did you come just now?"

The man stared at her quietly, affectionately, and reached out to touch her delicate cheek, "You have suffered."

As soon as he left, he found that he was being followed by his mother's men. In order to get rid of that person, he deliberately left towards the palace gate. When that person went back, he took a shortcut to see her, which wasted time.

He explained to Jiang Lan and she felt relieved.

"Ajin, I don't want to stay here. Can you take me away, please?" He is the only one she has.

Looking closely, the woman's left face was still a little red and swollen, her right wrist was still wrapped in silk cloth, and her face was slightly pale. This kind of morbid beauty was most heartbreaking.

"Don't worry, I won't let you suffer. Once I have sorted out the matters at hand, I will take you away!" Xuanyuan Jin promised.

"What else do you want?" What else is more important than her?

"Lan'er, listen to me. Father has ordered that Aben's affairs be left to me to handle. It will take at most three days. I will come after I bury Aben, okay?"

"Three more days?" She couldn't stay even for a day. There were rats here and that ferocious old woman. She was extremely scared.

"Don't worry. Aben's death is considered a disgrace by the emperor, and there will be no grand funeral. Three days is the shortest time. Just three days. Can you bear with it?"

"I... okay." She finally agreed.

The man smiled gently, lifted her smooth chin, and kissed her gently on the lips.

The woman did not refuse his intimacy, but smiled at him seductively and moved closer to him...

There was a faint, intoxicating scent on the woman.

She did not refuse and tried her best to cooperate with him.

Then, the man pushed the unfinished bowl of bird's nest aside, making room for her to lie down...

On the other side, Hua Jianli got on Qin Changge's carriage and set off from the palace.

She proved her innocence and was acquitted.

She is going home.

Thinking of that home without any human touch, Hua Jianli had no expectations.