Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 202 - Pretending to forget is more vicious than obsessing

"Servant Li Qingmei, kneel down to welcome the imperial edict."

Li Qingmei prostrated on the ground again, raised her hands above her head respectfully, to welcome Sikong Que's second imperial edict, this time, it must be an imperial edict to bestow death.

With the lesson learned from the previous time, Feng Zhan and Qing Ge retreated behind Li Qingmei in a tacit understanding, not daring to spy any more.

This time it was Sikong Que's own edict, ordering her to enter the Zhaoming Palace as a maidservant starting at noon tomorrow to take care of his daily life.

Her breathing was stagnant, this imperial decree was more cruel than giving her a glass of poisonous wine and a white silk!He still refused to let himself go!
She put away the imperial decree, turned around and saw Feng Zhan and Qing Ge staring at her with worried eyes, wanting to ask but not daring to ask, her heart suddenly warmed up.

"Don't worry, it's not death, it's just to beat me back to my original shape. His Majesty ordered me to enter Zhaoming Palace as a servant from tomorrow noon."

"Qingmei, where will we live in the future?"

"Lenggong!"

"Ah! No way!"

Qing Ge had a disgusted look on his face, and deep dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Qingge, actually, I've always wanted to find a chance to send you back to Tianzhao, but Qin Yin disagreed, otherwise, tomorrow I will personally edit a book, and you return to Tianzhao with my own writing, and I guarantee that Qin Yin will not Will embarrass you!"

"No, no, don't drive me away, I don't mean anything else, it's just a little whining."

Qing Ge kept shaking his head with fear on his face. His Highness ordered him to stay by Li Qingmei's side. If he returned to Tianzhao without His Highness's order, he would surely die unless he could break away from Baima Yicong's team .

In the early morning of the second day, the news that Li Qingmei was abandoned by Sikong Que and resumed her status as a servant and entered the Zhaoming Palace as an errand immediately spread throughout Cang Yun, and she was completely reduced to the laughing stock of the entire empire.

It was the first time for the palace people to see their high-ranking master reduced to a slave like them. What was strange was that this master, like them, was also born as a slave, but now he failed to climb high and was thrown into the dust again.

Her current status is neither awkward nor embarrassing. Even if she works as an errand in Zhaoming Palace, she is only assigned to some low-level servants and servants to do cleaning and cleaning.

She just accepts it happily, as long as she doesn't stay alone with Sikong Que, preferably without any interaction, she can't wait to be Yexiang's maidservant.

For several days in a row, under her deliberate avoidance, she actually did not meet Sikong Que. She secretly rejoiced, but the sad thing was that on the night of August [-]th, she still met Sikong Que on a narrow road.

Today, Sikong Que lost his temper for some unknown reason and knocked the teacup to the ground. As the only cleaning maid on duty that night, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and lower her head, praying in her heart that he would not recognize her.

She was almost face-to-face with the white marble floor, searching for pieces of broken porcelain piece by piece. The Zhaoming Hall was very quiet, but at this moment, Sikong Que had already stopped the ink brush for reviewing memorials, and she stepped into the Zhaoming Hall with her head bowed. In an instant, he recognized her.

How could he not know that she was deliberately avoiding him, so tonight the blue and white porcelain teacup was unexpectedly shattered.

He stared at her back with complicated emotions, and he didn't know why he kept her in his line of sight, obviously he didn't have any heart-pounding feelings for her anymore, didn't he.

Seeing her humble appearance, he felt pain in his humble heart. He obviously wanted to punish her for her hypocrisy, but in the end, why did he torture himself instead?
Li Qingmei was cleaning carefully when suddenly a pair of bright yellow court boots appeared in front of her.

"Clean it carefully, there are still many debris behind my dragon chair, go and clean it up."

"No~"

She deliberately lowered her voice to hide her panic, but fortunately he didn't recognize her, she buried her head a little lower, and hurried around behind the dragon chair.

"Your Majesty, my concubine made lotus seed porridge, which is the best way to clear away the heat. Try it while it's hot."

The moment he heard Wen Cheng's voice, Li Qingmei, who had been lying on the white marble floor behind the dragon chair cleaning up the broken porcelain pieces, suddenly became restless.

"呲"

When she was distracted, a sharp piece of broken porcelain immediately cut a deep bloodstain on her right thumb.

She didn't dare to make too much noise, fearing that the affectionate husband and wife in front of her would find herself in a mess at this moment.

She pressed her bleeding thumb tightly, the wound was slightly deeper, and her water-blue maid uniform was stained with blood.

"The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th. The concubine has already prepared the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the past few days. Your Majesty remembers to go to the banquet earlier."

(End of this chapter)