Top white, rich and beautiful, the princess is reborn and the revenge story

The next day, Wu Qing came to report that Liuli's tattoo was done.

"Really? Bring her up here."

After a while, Liuli came in. She stood in front of the hall obediently and said, "Greetings, Princess."

"Keep your head up."

Liuli looked up, and her face came into Zhao Yuanqing's eyes. A blooming peony covered Liuli's entire face, with the pistil on the tip of her nose and the petals scattered on her face. There were ten colors, which looked complicated and messy.

Zhao Yuanqing looked at it for too long, and Liuli was about to cry. Her tears hung in her eyes, and she didn't dare to fall. The tattoo had just been completed, and her face was full of small needle holes. It was so hot and painful that she couldn't get any water on it.

Zhao Yuanqing had seen enough and said, "Excellent tattoo, Wu Qing, go to the cashier's office to collect your reward."

"Thank you princess."

A trace of hatred flashed across Liuli's eyes. She didn't know what was wrong with Zhao Yuanqing. She was the person he trusted the most before, but now he was humiliating her like this!

Zhao Yuanqing didn't miss the anger in her eyes and asked, "Do you hate me?"

"The slaves dare not!"

"Liuli, how many years have you been with me?"

"Eight years."

"Eight years is not a short time. Liuli, how have I treated you in these eight years?"

"The princess has been very kind to me, but I dare to say that that was in the past. Ever since I came back from Yuzhen Temple, the princess has disliked me and even tattooed my face. Woo woo woo, I don't know how I offended the princess!"

Liuli's face was full of grievance, and she finally couldn't hold back her tears. The sting hurt her terribly, so she quickly held the tears back, looking extremely embarrassed.

Zhao Yuanqing said angrily, "How dare you mention Yuzhen Temple! If I hadn't known what you were thinking, I would have thought I had wronged you! Look at this!"

An oil-paper bag fell in front of Liuli. She opened it, revealing a pinch of reddish-brown powder. A rich aroma filled her face, and Liuli's pupils shrank. It was spices! Why would the princess give her this? Her heart began to pound.

"Isn't this spice? Why did the princess give this to me? Could it be that she wants me to light some incense for her?"

Want to give her some incense? Screw you!

Zhao Yuanqing kicked Liuli to the ground. "You evil slave! How dare you deceive me! Take a closer look! These are the spices you ordered for me! Why are there muscle softening powder and knockout drugs in them?!!"

Liuli's heart was pounding and her eyes were filled with panic. The huge fear made her soft as a puddle of mud. There was only one thought in her mind: It's over!

She stammered, "What's that? What's that? What's that? I don't know!"

"You're so stubborn! Meng Jiu!"

"exist."

"Show her what you can do."

"Yes."

Meng Jiu walked over. She was in her early thirties and looked like an ordinary nanny, but when Liuli saw her, she felt a suffocating murderous aura.

She cried, "What are you doing?"

Meng Jiuren was ruthless and said little. He immediately dislocated Liuli's arms. With two more "clicks", Liuli's thighs were also dislocated. The pain made her retching.

Zhao Yuanqing asked, "Will you tell me?"

"This servant...I really don't know."

"Meng Jiu, continue."

"Yes."

Meng Jiu ordered someone to bring a basin of water and took out a roll of yellow paper from his bosom. "Princess, this wicked slave's screams are too unpleasant to listen to. I will punish her with the punishment of a rank-added sticker."

Posting a "Jiaguan" (a Chinese official nickname) is a form of torture that is very simple to implement. Mulberry paper is wetted and covered on the prisoner's face to block his breathing. Mulberry paper is flexible and will not break no matter how hard he breathes. However, one piece of mulberry paper is not enough to suffocate the prisoner, so a second, third, and fourth piece will be used. The prisoner will gradually have difficulty breathing and eventually suffocate to death.

As a palace maid, Liuli had heard of the torture of being promoted to an official position. When she saw the mulberry paper in Meng Jiu's hand, she was so scared that she peed her pants, and there was a pool of dirt under her body.

Meng Jiu wet the first piece of paper and covered Liuli's face with it. Her facial features were highlighted, her mouth was wide open, and she was gasping for breath. The fear of death enveloped her.

The second picture, the third picture, the air became less and less, Liuli felt more and more suffocated, death was getting closer and closer to her, a thought suddenly came to her mind, she didn't want to die! She still wanted to live!

Liuli shook her head wildly and stammered, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

"Meng Jiu, let her speak."

"Yes."

Meng Jiu took the paper away. Liuli was gasping for breath. She was alive again. Great!

"Princess, I really don't know what muscle softening powder and knockout drug are. The spices I ordered for you were given to me by others. I don't know what's mixed in them."

"Who gave it to you?"

"My godmother is Yang Qiu from the Imperial Clothing Department."

According to Liuli, a month ago, Yang Qiu gave her a bag of spices and asked her to persuade Zhao Yuanqing to go to Yuzhen Temple and light the spices there. After that, Liuli's wish would be fulfilled.

"Did Yang Qiu say that if you light this spice, you can be with Cui Hao?"

Liuli was surprised and asked, "How did the princess know this?"

Zhao Yuanqing kicked her hard, "Bitch! I've been so good to you, but you want to harm me. You deserve to die!"

"Princess, Yang Qiu said that if you order this spice, you can be with Cui Hao, and I, as a dowry maid, can marry with you. Princess, you love Cui Hao, and I am helping you!"

"Help me? You drugged me? You instigated me to go to the Peony Garden? If I hadn't been vigilant, I would have killed you!"

No matter what Liuli said, Zhao Yuanqing no longer believed her. Liuli saw that the situation was hopeless and had no choice but to beg for mercy desperately.

Zhao Yuanqing recalled the humiliating days in Wumeng Country in her previous life, when she didn't even have the chance to die. It all started when Liuli from Yuzhen Temple drugged her. It would be too easy for Liuli to die like this. She must suffer all the hardships she had endured in her previous life.

"Liuli, don't you want to die?"

"I don't want to die! Princess, as long as you can spare my life, I will do anything you ask me to do. Please!"

"Okay, then I will spare your life, but you can't stay in the princess's mansion. I will find a good place for you."

Liuli was overjoyed, "Princess, it doesn't matter where we go!"

Zhao Yuanqing sneered, "Wen Qian, find a bottle of mute medicine and give it to her!"

"Yes."

Wen Qian was from the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion and knew poison techniques. She turned around, took out a porcelain bottle, and walked up to Liuli.

Liuli was shocked, "What are you doing? Go away!"

Unfortunately, her limbs had not been reattached yet, so she could not move at all. She could only let Wen Qian pry open her mouth and pour the potion into her. Liuli felt a sharp pain in her throat, as if it was burned by fire. When she opened her mouth again, she could no longer speak.