The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 317 Awakened
Inside the sleeping hall, Minghu is full of tears.

She clasped her hands on her chest, her vision blurred, but she watched Zhuang Jiang quietly.

The girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, her fragrant concubine-colored dress reached the floor, her figure was elegant and slender.

At this moment, she had lost her usual laziness and casualness, and she was pulling out a pile of white jade needles suddenly, so that the body of the noble concubine on the bed trembled suddenly.

Heixue gulped out from the corner of his mouth, and was caught by the copper basin in Qingyan's hand.

"It's done."

Looking at the imperial concubine who kept coughing, but her complexion turned warmer, Zhuang Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Thin and dense fragrant sweat condensed on her forehead, dripping down from between her temples.

"Miss!"

As the smoke receded, Minghu immediately rushed to the bedside.She gently wiped the corners of the concubine's mouth with a handkerchief, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Why the imperial concubine is like this, she knows better than anyone else.

That box, the box from Prince Gong!

"Auntie, rest well, the imperial hospital will send an imperial doctor to take care of you."

Seeing this, Zhuang Jiang got up slowly, the eyes were tired and gathered, which made her look gloomy unconsciously.

But just as she was about to leave, she was grabbed by the sober concubine.

"Ginger..."

The imperial concubine held the young girl's white and tender hand, her eyes were watery, and she had mixed feelings.

But facing the girl's slightly gloomy expression, she was at a loss for words for a moment.

"Auntie, if nothing else, brother Linyuan is still waiting for Jiang'er."

Zhuang Jiang said coldly.She needs to rest.

"Jiang'er, I'm sorry, it's my aunt who made a mistake..."

Finally, the imperial concubine burst into tears, even though Zhuang Jiang was so indifferent, she still had no complaints.

Because she knew that this time, she was too wrong.

Without Jiang'er, perhaps she would never know the truth for the rest of her life, and would live under the conspiracy of Prince Gong's Mansion for the rest of her life.

Raising his hand, Zhuang Jiang brushed off the imperial concubine's hand, his clear eyes glowing coldly.

There is no sarcasm, no sympathy, some, just indifferent indifference.

"You don't need to apologize to me. What you are sorry for is not me, but His Highness the Sixth Highness and Grandpa, as well as the Qing Emperor who is grateful to you. But likewise, you have also been punished. For example, the broken body now."

The crisp voice is like a silver bell floating.After finishing speaking, Zhuang Jiang turned around and left.

Looking at the girl's slender back, the imperial concubine broke down in tears.

At that time, when I was young and my shirt was thin, my heart was finally paid by mistake.

Yes, what she was sorry for was her innocent child who died in vain, and her father who had high expectations for her.

Also, there is the emperor who has always trusted her.

She was wrong, and she was wrong unforgivably.

"Your Majesty, no matter how sad you are, you have to pay attention to your body."

Raising his hand to wipe away the tears on the imperial concubine's face, Ming Hu comforted softly.She knew that the empress was sad, but no matter what, the body was important.

Gradually, the imperial concubine stopped sobbing, and her expression turned cold.

In those beautiful eyes that were always gentle as water, the tenderness gradually faded away, leaving nothing but coldness and sternness.

"Minghu, take away all the things related to him around this palace."

"Your Majesty, what do you mean..."

Facing the imperial concubine's cold words, Ming Hu was stunned for a while.

"Whether you throw it away or burn it, in short, I don't want to see them again, do you understand?"

Looking at Minghu, the imperial concubine smiled, but such a smile and pale cheeks made Minghu feel chills in his heart.

"Ma'am, you, what's wrong with you..."

Taking a step back unconsciously, it was the first time that Minghu was so afraid of his master.

"Minghu, I used to hate people like the empress the most, but until now the Japanese palace has realized that good people are bullied, and good horses are ridden by others. This is the rule of the world, unchanging, golden rule."

　The imperial concubine is actually a tragic figure.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)