No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

Yi was completely fooling people, but the lying skills he had acquired in his previous life were not to be underestimated, and he was not at all guilty.

If Emperor Kangxi believed all her lies, he might have let her live to be eighteen and get married, and then she would have died without regrets.

Even if the other party didn't believe it completely and still wanted to kill her, at least Eighteen would be able to grow up safely.

There was no need to even think about the fact that he totally didn't believe it. If he really didn't believe it, he wouldn't have seen her again.

She knelt, raised her head, tilted half of her body, and looked in the direction of the dragon throne like a willow swaying in the wind.

"You want the fetal blood of eighteen blood relatives? Then draw it." Emperor Kangxi gave her no hope at all. "The Qing Dynasty has no shortage of talented painters."

After hearing this, Yi was not very disappointed. If Emperor Kangxi was really so easy to fool, she would have become his favorite concubine long ago.

With shaking hands, she drew the talisman.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether the painting is good or not. The talismans and fetal blood are all fake anyway.

It will be useless even if you draw it in the future.

As for whether Eighteen's life would become difficult after the talisman paper became useless, she couldn't see that either.

At least Emperor Kangxi was not considered heartless among emperors. Even if her body was dragged out and crushed to dust, it would not be blamed on Eighteen Heads.

Yi was folded up and thrown into the well, with her eyes wide open.

A gust of wind blew out from her, and the young eunuchs beside the well shivered.

The two of them murmured, "It's really cold today. We might freeze tomorrow."

"Let it freeze, it freezes. We weren't asked to collect the bodies anyway."

Despite saying this, the two young eunuchs were still a little scared and pushed each other away.

It’s not even the fifteenth day of the first lunar month yet, and the oriole in the palace is gone.

Wei cried bitterly in bed and went to Concubine Hui despite her sick body.

She knew that Li Dianwei's death was closely related to the talisman, but she didn't know who was responsible.

Now it seemed that she was the only outsider who knew the inside story, so she had no choice but to come and express her loyalty to Concubine Hui.

As they chatted, he couldn't help but ask, "Have you heard about the funeral arrangements that Li promised?"

After all, there is still Eighteen who is waiting there. He won’t just ignore the funeral arrangements that Li promised, right?

Concubine Hui shook her head and sighed, "Alas, this is a bad time to go. Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, such a festive occasion. I can't go to mourn for a small promise."

"Then..." Wei bit her lower lip, feeling a little reluctant.

Concubine Hui said, "Your Majesty has given the order to bury her according to the custom for noble ladies, but no one is allowed to offer condolences."

Of course, no one was allowed to burn paper for her inside or outside the palace.

Li agreed to this identity because she was an orphan replaced by Yi. She had no relatives or friends, so naturally no one would take care of her affairs after her death.

Wei Shi was unable to get Concubine Hui to say a word for her, and as she had little influence, she could only return to the side hall and cry again.

When things got to this point, Wei felt very guilty and she invited Guo Luoluo into the palace.

"Li has agreed to it, but considering our previous friendship, you should burn some paper for her when you get out," Wei thought about it and could only come up with this solution.

Li promised that this disaster was indeed planned by Concubine Hui, but the person who was in charge was actually this daughter-in-law.

If it weren't for her cup of boiling hot tea that caused Li to fall and give birth prematurely, she wouldn't have been framed by Concubine Hui.

She asked Guo Luoluo to burn paper, firstly because Guo Luoluo really owed Li Da Ying, and this was considered as repayment.

Another reason was that he was afraid that Li would die miserably and hold a grudge, so he didn't find Lao Ba's house.

However, Guo Luoluo did not understand and was very annoyed.

"You want me to burn paper for a promise?" Are you crazy?!

She has a very high opinion of herself. Her mother was born in a royal family, and she herself is the apple of Prince An's eye.

In this life, apart from burning paper for her mother, she would only burn some paper for the Eighth Master as a favor when Wei passed away.

Now asking her to burn paper for a lowly concubine is a huge insult!

Wei knew that she had a bad temper, so she advised: "Just think of it as a favor to me. You know I have a good relationship with her."

She has never been tough with this daughter-in-law, but this time she must make her do it.

Guo Luoluo rolled her eyes to the sky and snorted coldly, "She hasn't had that blessing yet!"

"Don't worry about this anymore. Just take care of your own health."

"Don't ask for..." I'll burn paper for you.

She realized that the words were a bit too much and swallowed the resentment that followed.

But how could Wei not understand? Her eyes dimmed.

After being told this by her daughter-in-law, she lost all her face. She endured it and told someone to kick Guo Luoluo out. Then she returned to her room and collapsed.

Guo Luoluo was a little scared and returned home silently.

The Eighth Master asked, "Why are you back so early? Didn't Mother leave any food for you?"

He was very happy when he heard in the morning that his mother invited his wife to go to the palace to play.

After all, it is a good thing for mother and wife to have a good relationship.

I didn't expect that he would come back so soon.

Was it a quarrel?

Guo Luoluo didn't dare to admit her fault. She just said, "I don't know what happened to my mother. She insisted that I burn paper for that oriole."

"I...just came back."

She no longer dared to say anything to disobey Wei's words, and asked someone to bring her paper in a wronged manner.

The Eighth Master knew her temper. Her mother asked her to burn paper for a young concubine, so she must have been unhappy, so she came back.

But Fujin still has her advantages. For his sake, she is willing to do even such a thing.

Eighth Master's heart softened immediately, and he said gently, "Then I'll burn it with you. It's pitiful that Li agreed to it."

He was also a filial son and often went to the palace, so he naturally knew that his mother and Li Da Ying had a good relationship.

Guo Luoluo nodded randomly and went with him to the back of the mansion to burn paper.

It was something she was unwilling to do at all costs, but with the Eighth Master accompanying her, Guo Luoluo wished she could come and burn it every day.

Seeing Mr. Ba holding her hand gently and telling her interesting stories in his charming voice, she felt a little regretful.

If she had known that she could burn with the Eighth Master, she would have agreed to Wei's request directly.

Now I can only feel uneasy, hoping that Mr. Ba won’t find out what she said.

But she still had a little bit of luck: at least she didn't say everything.

What's more, Wei was a tolerant person. She would not let her son know even if she was a little sick, so as to save him from worry.

This time, it should be the same.

The Eighth Master didn't know about this. He just thought that Fu Jin must have felt very wronged because she listened to her mother this time.

It would be better for him not to go to his concubines' places in the future. Even if Guo Luoluo was not allowed to sleep with him yet, he would just endure it.

Guo Luoluo had never thought that burning paper could bring such a good thing, and she felt at ease enjoying the love and favor of the Eighth Master...