Chapter 7

Face to face, this is probably the first time for this body! Every month, I sneer in my heart, but there is no movement on my face. Compared with Mrs. Xie, her momentum was not inferior to the former at all.

What does this girl want to do? Are you tired of living?

Mrs. Xie took a deep breath. "I don't want to say it again," she said, glancing faintly at the old woman around her.

The old woman is also an old hand. How can she not know what she means? He stepped forward and winked at the servant girls behind him. He saw those servant girls take orders and go straight to the house.

"Miss"

Angelica nervously pulled the sleeves of every month. She knew that those things were in the palace and expensive. Although she knew that they were taken away in the end, she still wanted to struggle.

Every month, she gave her a look of peace and impatience. Then, between the lightning and flint, a hairpin in her hand had gone in the air, running through a servant girl's arm and into the column. The thick liquid immediately dyed the original plain clothes red. I'm afraid this arm has been wasted.

"Ah ~ ah ~ my hand, my hand ~" the servant girl responded and shouted for a while. Finally, she couldn't stop the pain and fainted.

Mrs. Xie immediately turned and stared at the scene. The people in the house had been stunned and lost their ability to move. There was only one person, Mrs. Xie, who was shocked but not flustered at this time.

Every month, she knew that this woman was unusual and so calm. It seemed that she was used to seeing bloody people.

"I can guarantee that if someone dares to move again, next time, it will not be as simple as an arm."

With that, she aimed her eyes at Mrs. Xie. There was an indifferent smile on her face, but in the eyes of others, it was like a devil's smile, as if licking blood.

The underground blood is still flowing, but no one dares to move, and the atmosphere becomes very dignified at the moment. Mrs. Xie examines the woman in front of her. Is this still the dull girl she knows? How can ordinary people make it just now?

She raised her steps and slowly approached, looking at the same but different woman, "who are you?"

Yes, she doubted that the man in front of her was not every month at all. Otherwise, with the girl's temperament, how dare she be so presumptuous? What's more, the good skills of this skill can't be made overnight.

"Who am I, madam? Don't you know very well? Do you want to talk about it every month?" she still sat firmly on one and never started. Even so, she was lower than Mrs. Xie.

The angelica dahurica on one side was shaking like a sieve, holding her sleeve tightly.

Peat, really worthless, wipe, be light!

I pulled my sleeve, but it still didn't loosen. The girl really didn't let go of it! She had to continue to sit.

"Oh?"

Mrs. Xie obviously didn't believe it. It was bloody. A low air current was constantly surging. When the atmosphere was about to explode, a voice came.

"The maidservant Chunlan pays a visit to the eldest lady."

Angelica dahurica had never liked her voice as much as today. She quickly welcomed her and didn't forget to wink at each other.

"Sister Chun, please come in. My young lady is waiting inside." the hands in the sleeves are completely wet, and even the back is cool at this time.

Every month, she quietly straightened her wrinkled clothes and looked at the visitors. Mrs. Xie still stood proudly and gracefully. When the old woman saw her, she hurried forward and helped her sit down.

"The maidservant Chunlan has seen the prime minister's wife. How are you?" Chunlan saluted Mrs. Xie, still neither humble nor arrogant.

"Empress Ye has an order to invite the eldest lady to come into the palace and prepare immediately. She also said that she saw that the clothes she gave yesterday were very good. Let the eldest lady dress up so that she can have a look."

Every month she smiled silently. This imperial concubine Ye is really a powerful role. Such means are clever. In this way, Mrs. Xie is incompetent even if she wants to do anything.

"Sister Chunlan has worked hard. Please rest for a while. When I clean up, I'll go to the palace with you."

Let Angelica dahurica greet every month. Chunlan looks at the leaves without looking at the mess underground. Even the bloody smell in the air seems unheard of. In this way, Mrs. Xie was completely ignored, but she didn't say anything and left calmly and generously. Only a few people were left to tidy up the underground and disappear without a trace.

And that group of people followed Mrs. Xie with trembling, not even daring to speak out. They know what madam means. One thing is that there are no bones! No worse than the young lady just now.

Mrs. Xie paused and glanced at the injured servant girl behind her. The old woman nodded and went away.

Others continued to follow. No one would care about the servant girl. They cared more about their lives than she did.

After a while, every month had changed his clothes, put on a little light makeup, and went into the palace with Chunlan.

Naturally, it goes without saying that the imperial palace is brilliant. After bypassing many temples, she finally came to the "Chenxing hall" where imperial concubine Ye is located. As soon as she entered the door, she saw an elegant and beautiful woman sitting above, high in a cloud bun, noble and natural. The flower mother in the forehead adds a trace of charm.

"See empress ye every month. Empress is a thousand years old, a thousand years old."

"Excuse me, come here quickly and let the good students in the palace have a look." concubine Ye beckoned. Her slender jade hand motioned to come forward every month, and then turned to Chunlan to make a wink. Chunlan waved her hand to let the people retreat, and she herself retreated to the outside to guard.

Every month, she obediently came to imperial concubine ye and sat down. She only heard her say, "yue'er, tell my aunt who did the falling into the water?"

In fact, she already had the answer in her heart. She just wanted to ask clearly and test it.

Every month, she paused and said, "it should be done by people in the house. I'm afraid it's Mrs. Xie's handwriting!" she did not guess wrong. She asked Chunlan to inquire.

In fact, she doubted the crown prince at the beginning, but if the crown prince did it, it would be more appropriate for them to do it, or they all had a share.

But the only thing that is certain is that it must have been done by the people in the house, because according to Angelica dahurica, she seemed to sit by the river to enjoy the cool that day, and she went to make a pot of hot tea and came back to see the broken cup by the river, with ripples in the river. When she woke up, there were still some marks on her neck. It seemed that she had been strangled before she threw it into the river.

The most likely thing for her to think about is Mrs. Xie. Anyway, she is also the most useless young lady in the eyes of the world. Some people even don't know that there is such a person. Even if she dies, she will just find an excuse. It doesn't matter with the strength of her family.

As the crown prince said, it's easy for him to kill a person. What's more important in this era is an identity. The more noble the identity, the stronger the strength, and the higher the status.