Queen, I call you home for dinner

Chapter 93
The imperial concubine smiled sinisterly, holding a sharp knife in her hand.

She approached Hong Chang step by step.

She said: "Hongshang, I think you have served me by my side for many years, so I have saved a few shaves. But you are so pitiful. In the palace, women still have to be quiet, what kind of rouge?" Bai, what do you want to do for nothing? To seduce the emperor?"

Hong Chang's eyes were full of panic.

She couldn't speak, she could only shake her head desperately.

The imperial concubine suddenly smiled happily, "Hongshang, what are you afraid of? I just want to make a few random cuts."

The cold blade pressed against Hong Chang's cheek.

Hong Chang shivered.

The imperial concubine laughed even more happily, "You really don't have to be afraid."

Before the words were finished, the imperial concubine exerted force on her wrist, and Hong Chang's face was immediately slashed, and blood flowed down immediately...

Hong Chang didn't even dare to cry, the severe pain on her face made her pupils shrink instantly.

She was very scared.

After she entered the palace, she was assigned to serve by the imperial concubine's side. Although the imperial concubine's temper was really bad sometimes, she had never done such a crazy move.

but……

Now the imperial concubine's eyes are so crazy...

She suddenly regretted it.

The worst thing to compare between a woman and a woman is appearance.

Especially when a woman with peerless beauty suddenly turns into an ugly woman...

The imperial concubine made another slash.

She laughed suddenly, her laughter was so crisp, it sounded like a bell.

Of course, if this laughter overflowed from a beautiful mouth, it would be a beautiful sight, but if it came from a woman with prickly heat and several large scars on her face, it would be extremely terrifying.

She said: "The name Hongshang is well-known. I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time. Today, I will use your face as paper and knife as pen to write and write well..."

This is so cruel.

Even the guards who helped hold Hongshang's hands and feet couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

However, if you can't bear it, you can't bear it.

Who dares to speak out?
In such an era, where masters are respected and they are slaves, how can they have the right to intercede for others?
(End of this chapter)