The Self-cultivation of a Salted Fish Concubine

Concubine Jingshu wanted to laugh at her and comfort her, but she found that her tongue tasted bitter and she didn't know how to start.

Xi Chongrong's questioning seemed to penetrate her soul, tearing apart the self-deceiving words and forcing her to face her own heart.

Didn't she feel resentful?

Of course she had felt resentment and hatred!

She vented her anger on the concubines in the six palaces and on the Duke's Mansion that sent her into the palace. She wanted to tell everyone how dissatisfied and wronged she was.

She regretted countless times that she had entered the palace, regretted becoming a concubine, and was trapped within these palace walls for the rest of her life.

Now she seems to be in a high position and has unlimited glory in the palace, but only she knows how sad she is and how tired she is.

When I wake up in the middle of the night, I think of my girlish expectations and hopes, but it seems that only melancholy and regret are left.

Concubine Jing Shu continued to ask, "You hate the Queen, you hate that she stepped on your father and brother's flesh and blood to ascend to the throne, but your father and brother died to protect their country, yet you colluded with the Xia Dynasty's spies, which is already considered treason!"

Xi Chongrong: "I have never betrayed the emperor, and I have never betrayed the Yu Dynasty!"

"I just want this queen with the blood of the Xia Dynasty to die!"

"Seeing her being murdered and schemed by her own father, and angered to death by her own mother's last words... I felt a great sense of relief!"

Concubine Jingshu originally wanted to say that we are all women, so why should we make things difficult for each other?

But it seems that their unwillingness and resentment are all confined in the harem and can only fall on the women in the harem.

After a long silence, Concubine Jing Shu stood up and left.

She only left one sentence, "The Emperor still keeps the Duke's Mansion because he cares about your father and brother."

"You and I are different after all. You carried the Eighth Prince for ten months before he was born. You must have more concerns for him than I do."

After Concubine Jing Shu left, Xi Chongrong leaned weakly on the bed, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

All the resentment and unwillingness just now seemed to have disappeared.

How can a person live entirely on resentment and paranoia?

She was full of resentment, but she was still afraid and panicked in her heart.

After the queen's death, although she was happy and proud, she was also worried day and night and could not sleep at night.

She only dared to curse these words to Concubine Jingshu, and never dared to say a word in front of the emperor.

Who told her that she didn't win the emperor's favor and had no feelings for him at all?

If you speak out, you will only be despised as vicious, bigoted, and stubborn.

"Favor? No, there is still some favor."

Xi Chongrong slowly raised his head and looked towards the ear room.

Her eighth prince!

The child she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy was the only bond between her and the emperor.

Xi Chongrong knew that she was doomed to die, but she still took Concubine Jing Shu's warning to heart.

She can die, but the Duke Su's Mansion must not fall into decline, and her eighth prince cannot become a person without the support of his maternal family!

Xi Chongrong sat from dawn to dusk before he looked up stiffly.

The palace maids standing beside her felt that their master had no human energy at all and was colder than the November wind.

She said worriedly: "Master..."

Xi Chongrong propped himself up and sat up straight. "Go get some paper and pen."

"Yes!"

The waiter brought the writing brush and ink, and Xi Chongrong said, "Go get a dagger, and then bring the bottle from the innermost part of the dressing table."

The palace maid's expression suddenly changed, full of worry: "Master, what are you doing..."

"I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, so I might as well die quickly!"

"Maybe if we hurry up, we can even see the queen in the underworld."

"But even if I meet her, I won't be convinced."

"She has to bear all my resentment and unwillingness!"

Wait for the palace servant to hand over the dagger and bottle.

Xi Chongrong grabbed the dagger with his withered hand and cut a wound on his hand, and bright red blood flowed like a spring.

The bright red color pierced Xi Chongrong's eyes, reminding her of Concubine Hui's blood.

The wound caused by the hairpin was not big and the bleeding was not so fast.

She was afraid of being exposed, so she stabbed Concubine Hui more than ten times in a hurry. Only later did she realize that Concubine Hui was covered in blood.

She just fell to the ground with her eyes wide open.

Xi Chongrong often thought of that scene in his dreams at midnight.

Xi Chongrong tightened his grip on the dagger.

What's so scary about her?!

She was the one who killed Concubine Hui and also the one who harmed the Queen.

When we go to the underworld, we will settle the score together. No matter whether she is right or wrong, she will bear the consequences!

The blood flowed into the ink, and Xi Chongrong held the pen and wrote a line of handsome and elegant words on the paper.

Her handwriting is more arrogant than she is, and every stroke is full of elegance and sharpness.

At that time, Xi Chongrong was also known as the most famous lady in the capital.

She is not only proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also has good handwriting, and has been praised by many calligraphy masters.

Countless men developed admiration for her just because of a piece of calligraphy or painting.

After entering the palace, no one appreciated Xi Chongrong's skills in calligraphy and painting, and her good handwriting could only be used to copy Buddhist prayers.

Who could have expected that the first handwriting the emperor saw from her was her confession.

Xi Chongrong became more and more calm as he wrote, and wrote a tearful confession in a fluent and flowing manner.

Some sincerely confessed their guilt, some pleaded for the Eighth Prince and the Duke Su's Mansion, and there was no trace of resentment or dissatisfaction when they spoke to Concubine Jingshu.

After finishing writing, Xi Chongrong folded the confession letter and handed it to the palace maid.

Without hesitation, she picked up the small bottle on the table and drank it all.

The bottle contained arsenic.

It is not a rare poison and is even used by some concubines as a beauty product.

Drinking large amounts of arsenic can result in death from intestinal perforation and stomach rupture.

After a while, Xi Chongrong rolled over on the bed, holding her stomach.

She had been strong all her life, and she would not allow herself to show weakness before her death, so she gritted her teeth and did not cry out.

At three o'clock in the morning, Concubine Jingshu was tossing and turning in bed.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Xi Chongrong is dead!"

"Xi Chongrong is dead!"

She lay in bed for a long time, her mind blank, not knowing how to react.

After lying down for a while, Concubine Jing Shu still struggled to get up.

She was the mistress of Yongning Palace and also had the responsibility of assisting in the management of the six palaces. In the end, she would be the one to deal with Xi Chongrong's death.

Concubine Jingshu didn't need to change her clothes.

He put on the mourning clothes that had been prepared earlier and led his men into Xi Chongrong's palace to give orders.

A palace maid stepped forward, holding Xi Chongrong's confession in her hands, "Empress Jing Shu, this is what our master left behind before she died."

"Who is it for?" Concubine Jing Shu only took a glance.

Palace maid: "The master said she wanted to give it to the emperor, but it is dark today, and I dare not disturb the emperor's peace."

Concubine Jing Shu: "Then I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"Yes."

After arranging everything, Concubine Jingshu returned to her own palace without even taking a look at Xi Chongrong's body.

Tao Yao leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Your Majesty, I heard that Xi Chongrong committed suicide by drinking arsenic. He bled from all seven orifices when he died. It was a very tragic death."