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

The Fourth Master’s small warehouse is full of fine products.

Take the hundred-year-old ginseng for example. The one that is one hundred years old is called hundred-year-old ginseng, and the one that is nine hundred years old is also called hundred-year-old ginseng.

In terms of effect, the difference is as much as 800 years. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a world of difference.

None of the hundred-year-old ginseng in the Fourth Master’s small storehouse is less than nine hundred years old.

Su Peisheng took the order and went down. He glanced at Fu Jin, whose face looked as pale as a ghost, and wondered what tricks this lady had come up with. Was she up again?

However, these are not things that a servant like him should worry about. After all, if the concubine starts to tremble again, it will be the one in the inner court who should be worried.

But then I thought again, there was nothing for that person to worry about, as his six sons were there.

If Fu Jin wants to make a comeback, she has to find a great immortal to extend her life or have triplets.

Otherwise, you will never be able to catch up with him in your entire life.

After Su Peisheng left, Fu Jin lay on the bed with a look of glory on her face.

She had long stopped worrying about children. Compared to her personal ambition to become queen, everything else was bullshit.

Her body is here, there is absolutely no way she can live longer than the Fourth Master.

Then she just needs to enjoy the glory while she is in power. When she dies and the Fourth Master is still in power, she will also be honored after her death.

Now all she has to do is take good care of herself and wait to become the queen, the most noble woman in the world!

No matter how powerful Niuhuru was, as long as she was alive, she could only be a concubine.

When she dies in the future, the other party can only be the successor queen!

Whenever she thought of this, Fu Jin wished she could eat another big bowl of rice to take good care of her body.

She raised her eyes and looked at the Fourth Master standing opposite her, her eyes full of tenderness: "Master, I will definitely take good care of you."

If she had known that the Fourth Master would become the emperor one day, she would have risen to become the queen.

Then she would be virtuous and generous as soon as she entered the mansion, and would not fight with those lowly concubines at all.

In the face of absolute power, what are these concubines?

Why is the current Crown Princess known for her virtue? Isn’t it because her position is stable?

The Fourth Master looked at her determined expression and said nothing. He just stood there without even moving.

She let her chatter on and on. Fortunately, Fu Jin knew that walls have ears, so she didn't dare to say too much and only expressed herself in subtle ways.

After a while, Su Peisheng came with a bowl of ginseng soup. The Fourth Master took it personally and let him go out.

The Fourth Master sat by Fu Jin's bed and, for the first time in his life, picked up a small spoon to feed her medicine.

Fu Jin's face turned red with excitement. The medicine was a little hot, but she didn't notice it at all.

Her entire mind was occupied by the fact that "the future emperor personally fed me medicine", and she couldn't even feel whether the medicine was hot or bitter.

The Fourth Master had no expression on his face as he fed her one spoonful after another.

Those who are familiar with the Fourth Master know that when he has no expression on his face, he is actually hiding a huge amount of anger.

Fu Jin had actually been able to see some of it over the years, but today her excitement blinded her eyes and she chose to ignore it.

After finishing the bowl of ginseng soup, the Fourth Master put the blue-rimmed and gold-painted bowl aside, took out a plain white handkerchief, and wiped his hands slowly.

Seeing his look of disdain, Fu Jin felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head, and her excitement subsided.

She said viciously, "Master, I am your legitimate wife. Even if you become the emperor, the honor of being the empress is my natural right."

"What's the Niuhulu clan? No, if it weren't for me, she would still be a lowly Lin clan member, or even marry any poor man!"

"Master, sometimes people have to follow their destiny. If you are destined to be a noble person, you will be a noble person. If you are destined to be a humble person, you will be a humble person."

"I am your destiny!"

Fu Jin was a little inflated. She even thought that without her, the Fourth Master would not be able to ascend to the throne.

She couldn't wait to prove herself and wanted the Fourth Master to give in to her and give her everything she deserved under the temptation of the throne.

But the Fourth Master didn't care at all. He stood up and said condescendingly, "Master, I have never been a person who believed in fate!"

He wanted to rely on the so-called destiny to surpass Cha Cha in front of him.

dream!

"Hahaha~" Fu Jin laughed wildly, "Master, if you don't believe me, why are you so anxious to replenish my body?"

"I'm afraid that without me, I won't be able to... uh, ugh..."

Fu Jin spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly staining her collar dark...

"How... could this happen?" Fu Jin was completely unable to understand and looked shocked.

She had clearly been getting better little by little through willpower, so why did she suddenly vomit blood?

The Fourth Master turned his back to the candlelight and curled his lips: "Fujin is too weak to be nourished. Is the ginseng soup going to prolong her life or hasten it? Who can tell?"

"My master felt sorry for the concubine's poor health, so he asked someone to bring over 900-year-old ginseng. Don't you agree?"

Only then did Fu Jin remember this feeling of incongruity.

Yes.

Who is the Fourth Master?

Even if it meant hanging her alive, he would not feed her with his own hands.

"You...you are so cruel!" Fu Jin knew that no one would respond even if she cried out to heaven or earth, so she could only stare and curse.

The Fourth Master sneered, "Is he cruel? He's no match for Fu Jin. He has the lives of several of my children on his hands."

"Also, Cha Cha isn't someone you can scold just because you want, nor is she a lowly person!"

"She comes from the Niuhulu family. If her father hadn't been stolen when he was a child, she might have been my legal wife!"

"Oh, by the way, after you leave, she will also be my wife."

"If that day ever comes, Cha Cha will obey the command of the heavens, the earth, and the ancestors and enter the palace in grand style through the Taihe Gate."

"When the time comes, I will give her the most respectable title!"

Fu Jin's eyes widened as she struggled to ask, "What...what title?!"

She had a vague guess in her heart, but she didn't believe that the Fourth Master would be so heartless.

"Yuan, Queen Chunyuan, Fu Jin, do you think this title is very suitable for Cha Cha?" The Fourth Master narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and his majesty became even more intense.

As time went by, the Fourth Master's heart became colder and harder, and the only softness in him remained in the inner courtyard.

The pair of charming peach blossom eyes gradually turned into the representative phoenix eyes of the Aisin-Gioro family.

Fu Jin seemed to have seen some evil ghost. Her pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip and then gradually dilated.

Her voice was intermittent: "You... the royal family... the ministers... will not agree... you will not succeed..."

Fu Jin's voice became weaker and her eyes gradually closed.

The Fourth Master took one last look at her and left without hesitation.

Outside, Su Peisheng and others were standing under the corridor to avoid the wind and snow. When they saw him come out, they hurried to follow him.

"Fujin has gone to bed, don't disturb her at night..."