The queen is sober in the world, and she is winning every step of the palace fight.

"Empress Zhaoyi, is that you?"

Fei Wan walked forward gently and asked softly.

Behind her was a butler from the Palace Administration Office, who was very respectful. When he saw her standing still, he immediately handed her a chair and helped her sit down.

She waved her hand, and the steward immediately led everyone out. Before leaving, he checked whether Lan Zhaoyi was tied up, to prevent her from going crazy and hurting Concubine Zhao.

So Fei Wan's ordinary action of sitting down irritated Lan Zhaoyi, who was curled up on the straw in the corner with her hands and feet tied.

Because the treatment they receive is so different.

"You came to see me make a fool of myself! You bitch!"

Lan Zhaoyi cursed loudly.

Fei Wan looked at her calmly, not angry at all.

"Empress Zhaoyi, you feel so unfamiliar now. I still remember the first time I saw you, you were beside Sister Yue, then the virtuous concubine. You were so cheerful and cheerful, so charming and charming, you made everyone feel like a spring breeze. What's wrong with you now? Do you recognize yourself now? The hatred, despair, despair, and fear on your face are so thick. If I give you a mirror, you will be frightened by what you see in it."

Lan Zhaoyi screamed, "Get out! I don't want to see you, and I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"You were never as good as me as a human being, so what are you as a ghost?" Fei Wan said lightly, not caring at all.

Bending her head to flick the nonexistent dust off her skirt, she whispered to Lan Zhaoyi, "I heard this morning that the Duan family has officially expelled you. Your father submitted a letter of apology to the palace, confessing his poor parenting and resigning from his post to return home with his family. I also heard that your mother was so frightened after entering the palace yesterday that she developed a high fever and became seriously ill after returning home. I don't know if she can recover before the whole family leaves the capital. If not, can she endure the arduous journey? If anything were to happen to you, you wouldn't be able to rest in peace even in your grave."

“Ah! Ah!! Ah—”

Lan Zhaoyi let out a sharp roar, hugged her head with her bound hands, and rolled desperately on the ground.

She didn't want to hear it.

But apart from screaming and rolling, there was no way to fight against the predetermined fate.

Yesterday, she was shocked to see her family members coming to her in prison. Before she could react, she was held down by several relatives, her mouth was pried open, and poisoned wine was poured into her.

Their resentful and vicious looks made her mind go blank.

Although it was finally proved that the poisoned wine was just ordinary alcohol.

But the fact is that it has happened.

She had been "poisoned" by her sister-in-law, younger sister, and niece.

Finally, at her strong request, she was beaten with more than ten boards in exchange for her mother being allowed to visit her in the cell.

But my mother was already terrified at that time.

He didn't listen to her explanation at all, just cried and screamed, almost losing his mind.

"Oh my God, how could this happen? Your elder brother just had a son, your younger brother hasn't married yet, and you still have two younger sisters who haven't been betrothed yet. What should we do when you do this? You've brought disaster to the Duan family! I'm so useless. How could I give birth to a daughter like you? I might as well die sooner..."

Finally, the mother fainted and was carried out of the cell.

Lan Zhaoyi tried her best and only managed to tear off a piece of her mother's clothes, which she still held tightly in her hand.

My mother had always been frail, unable to endure such hardship. My father had always prided himself on his noble character, prioritizing his reputation above all else. Her rise to the rank of Zhaoyi in the palace had been a source of honor and the primary source of financial support for the family. Now, she had become a family disgrace.

Her father expelled her!

Mother is seriously ill!

Her relatives are cursing and resenting her!

Lan Zhaoyi rolled on the ground, shouting and screaming, but because she had been beaten with a stick and had not eaten or drunk anything for more than ten hours, she could not hold on any longer and stopped after rolling for a while.

He lay limply on the ground, gasping for breath.

After finally calming down, she stared at the dirty, dark ceiling, and suddenly, she smiled.

"Zhao Fei, don't be so complacent." She said weakly, "This time, I was just unlucky."

Fei Wan just smiled: "Is it you who has bad luck, or am I lucky? My luck is good, isn't it you who helped me improve it?"

Dongbao and Xiaolin, with their wide circle of friends, had already roughly determined that the rumor about Feiwan's good fortune had originally originated with those close to Lan Zhaoyi. While there was no concrete evidence, it was a close call.

Lan Zhaoyi was exposed, but she did not hide it: "You know everything, huh."

"Empress Zhaoyi, you are actually very clever. If every step of this chain of schemes succeeds, perhaps before long you will be the new master of Fengyi Palace."

Fei Wan told all her speculations about Lan Zhaoyi's plan.

She used her chastity and reputation to bring down Concubine Yue, because the emperor attached great importance to the dignity of the state. Although he did not hold women who lost their chastity responsible, which was rare compared to other men, he would never allow a woman with a damaged reputation to become empress.

She plotted against Concubine Yue to bring down Concubine Shun. If anything happened to Concubine Yue, she would never let go of the person who framed her. Furthermore, the Emperor hated the infighting in the harem and would not let Concubine Shun off easily.

The note in Concubine Shun's sleeve would implicate the "conspirators" and would also include any high-ranking concubine that Concubine Lan Zhaoyi wanted to bring down.

Either it was Fei Wan herself, or it was Concubine Qing.

As for Concubine Kang, she was not very intelligent and was addicted to opera and entertainment, so she was not a concern. Even if she was lucky enough to become the queen, she would be easy to control.

And if this strategy cannot completely bring down Fei Wan, after all, she is very favored, then the rumors about Fei Wan's "extremely good luck" that were spread in advance will come in handy.

Let the emperor gradually fear her and alienate her, then create some misunderstandings or accidents, and push a few new people to charm the emperor, and Fei Wan's fall from favor is just around the corner.

"Empress Zhaoyi, by then, regardless of whether you are Empress or not, this harem will be yours. It seems that those concubines below you currently do not yet have the ability to surpass you in favor and wisdom. The next round of selection will not take more than a year, so you must firmly secure your position before the newcomers arrive."

Fei Wan sighed softly, "It's a good plan, but you were too impatient. You didn't have time to properly plan things out, and you personally stepped in to add fuel to the fire."

In other words, the emperor's deadline for choosing a queen was too tight, forcing Lan Zhaoyi to act hastily.

"Ha ha……"

After hearing this, Lan Zhaoyi was silent for a moment and ultimately did not refute.

Just because Fei Wan said it was pretty much the same, that's it.

"Zhao Fei, I've failed this time, but how long can you maintain your glory? The harem is full of ever-changing circumstances. Sooner or later, you'll end up like me."

"Maybe," Fei Wan said, "but I might have more ways out than you. For example, you don't know how the gold bracelet you kept so carefully ended up under the tiles in Qingyun's room, but I do."

Lan Zhaoyi's distracted gaze suddenly focused: "This... was it you who did it?"

She only gave Shun Fei's maid Qingyun a reward of silver, but never gave her a gold bracelet!

Because the bracelet's origin is obvious, people will recognize it as hers. How could she use such a conspicuous object for such a private purpose? It's as if she is afraid that others will not know it was her who did it!

But under Qingyun's floor tiles, not only silver but also a gold bracelet was found.

She didn't understand why and had no place to protest.

But it turns out...

Fei Wan said frankly: "It's me."

Lan Zhaoyi gritted her teeth and turned to stare at Fei Wan: "How did you do that?"

The gold bracelet was placed on the dressing table in her bedroom. It was still there on the morning of the banquet at Changle Palace. How could it be taken away in the afternoon?

Fei Wan's smile is unfathomable.

"I can do it. Do you believe it?"

Lan Zhaoyi was filled with hatred. Why not believe it? The facts were already there.

But then Fei Wan said, "I can still let you live, and one day you will be recognized by the family and become a concubine again in glory. Do you believe it?"

Lan Zhaoyi's pupils trembled.

"……What did you say?"

Her voice couldn't stop trembling.

Even though her face was full of disbelief, the expectation that could not be concealed in her tone had already exposed her inner desire to survive.

Fei Wan lowered her eyes and looked at her quietly.

Knowing that she has been conquered for the most part.

The mistake she made at this time caused her family to abandon her, Concubine Yue would not let her go, and the entire harem despised her. It was also impossible for the emperor to favor her again as she was already mediocre in favor.

She was just waiting for a death sentence.

Or, be banished to the cold palace, live a life worse than death, and then die quietly, turning into yellow earth that no one cares about.

She was already at her wit's end, and when she saw a glimmer of hope, no matter how vague it was, she would just run forward, just like a lost person in the dark night fog suddenly seeing the light.

"Sister, I'm telling you, I'll let you live, and let you regain the position of Zhaoyi. I'll even go one step further and become a beloved concubine admired by everyone. Do you believe me?"

Fei Wan's voice was so gentle and so bewitching.

Lan Zhaoyi licked her dry lips.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

She wanted to believe it.

But I dare not believe it.

Fei Wan stood up, walked forward, and squatted beside her.

He reached out and brushed away her messy hair that was covering her face.

"Sister Duan, you are smart, you know how to seize opportunities, you know how to plan, and you also know how to please people and make friends everywhere. If you don't harm me, sister, I like you very much."

Changing the subject, he smiled and said, "You hurt me, and I like you even more. Because not everyone can hurt me like you do, silently and for the long term."

"Sister, you've been subordinate to Concubine Yue for so long simply because your family background is far inferior to hers. If I give you a chance and let you make meritorious contributions, then family background will no longer be a shackle that binds you. You will soar into the sky like a bird spreading its wings, free and unfettered. Sister, if you believe in me, you can fly to the highest mountain in the sky, to the place you most desire."

Lan Zhaoyi's confused and lifeless eyes gradually began to light up with Fei Wan's gentle enticement.

"Zhao Fei, you...are making fun of me."

Fei Wan tucked her hair behind her ear, caressed her dirty, mottled face, and smiled softly at her. "I'm in the palace now, and I can practically have whatever I want. His Majesty favors me, all the ladies are on good terms with me, and the people below me curry favor with me everywhere. And I, despite being like this, came to the prison just to amuse you? Am I free? Are you worth it?"