Inside the bedchamber, Shu Rou had just woken up and was disturbed by the noise.

The divine messenger has not appeared for seven days.

She didn't know where he had gone, and she waited and waited for him day and night, but he never came back.

The Queen Mother has been very busy lately. She originally wanted to continue to cultivate goodwill as the divine messenger suggested, but she was always turned away.

As time went on, the atmosphere in the palace became increasingly tense. Everyone was afraid to breathe, and she herself was also too afraid to go out. Recently, she had been staying in her own bedroom.

She barely slept last night while waiting for the divine messenger, and only when the sky began to lighten did she finally collapse onto the bed, unable to stay awake any longer.

But I hadn't slept for long—

The noise was like sharp cones, piercing her eardrums.

Frustrated, she rolled over, grabbed the quilt, and covered her ears tightly, but the sound was still everywhere, making her head buzz.

It's so noisy! ...

Finally, Shu Rou sat up in bed with a gloomy face. The quilt slipped off, revealing her wrinkled undergarment, her hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and she had two huge bags under her eyes.

The footsteps outside the hall were chaotic and disorderly, like ten thousand frightened wild horses galloping at the same time, making the teacups on the table vibrate.

"What are you doing?! What's all the noise about?!"

Shu Rou couldn't take it anymore. She put on her coat, put on her shoes, stood up, and screamed.

She flung open the palace door, but then froze in shock.

In the courtyard, the palace maids and eunuchs scurried about like ants on a hot pan. Those who were empty-handed were still walking into the various halls, while those who were carrying bundles were pushing their way out.

Shu Rou was bewildered. What was going on?

She swiftly grabbed a palace maid who was about to dart past her.

Shu Rou gripped her sleeve tightly, her nails digging into her wrist, and asked in a shrill voice, "What's going on? Why are you running? What's happening outside?"

After waiting for a long time without a reply, Shu Rou frowned and raised her face.

As soon as I looked up, a rough hand swung around and slapped me.

"Snapped!"

The slap was so powerful that it sent Shu Rou spinning halfway around before she collapsed to the ground.

Her ears exploded with a buzzing sound, stars flashed before her eyes, and half of her face burned as if it were on fire.

"You—" Shu Rou covered her face, her eyes filled with disbelief and raging anger.

"You vile creature! Are you insane?! I am a princess! How dare you—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Two palace servants who were running out stopped in their tracks upon hearing the noise.

They looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, but they were extremely thin, with two large heads on their stick-like bodies.

The two heads turned around simultaneously. Looking at Shu Rou lying on the ground, a light seemed to appear in their eyes.

They quickly gathered around, and the three of them started punching, kicking, pulling hair, and pinching arms at Shu Rou...

As the fight raged, the youngest palace maid, who had a long scar on her face, suddenly began to tremble violently.

Suddenly, tears streamed down her cheeks, her face a mess of snot and tears.

She kicked and thrashed at Shu Rou while screaming at the top of her lungs, "It's all your fault—it's all your fault! You played that harmful game! You're the one who got this scar on me!"

"You're a demon! A demon who eats people without spitting out the bones!"

The other two also started cursing with red eyes.

Gradually, more and more palace servants gathered around. They were the ones who were usually beaten and scolded by Shu Rou, or those who had been selected for the "beating game".

Shu Rou was still screaming and cursing viciously at first: "This princess will have the Empress kill you all! Kill you all! Exterminate your entire family! You just wait—"

But her curses did not stop anyone; instead, they made the punches and kicks landing on her even heavier.

Gradually, her curses turned into screams and pleas for mercy: "Stop hitting me...please stop hitting me...I...Rou'er knows I was wrong...Rou'er knows I was wrong..."

No one stopped.

Finally, her voice became barely audible, and she could no longer even cry.

He could only curl up on the ground, hug his head with both hands, bury his face in his chest, and shrink into a small ball.

Those people finally stopped, probably afraid of actually killing her.

The palace maid who had struck first straightened up and took one last look at Shu Rou, who was curled up in a ball on the ground.

Shu Rou's inner garment was stained with blood so much that its original color was no longer visible. Half of her face was swollen like a steamed bun, and she couldn't even open one eye.

Then he turned around and walked quickly outside, and the others also started running outside.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The bedchamber was completely empty. Shu Rou lay on the floor, her whole body aching.

My face was burning, and every breath felt like a needle pricking my chest. My scalp was also hurting, and a small patch of hair had probably been pulled out, leaving the area looking like it had been burned.

The bare old locust tree in the courtyard stood silently in the wind, and the copper bells on the eaves occasionally let out a monotonous tinkling sound.

The sunlight shone on Shu Rou, but it could no longer bring her any warmth.

She lay there paralyzed in the middle of the courtyard, as if she were already dead.

Only by looking closely can you see the subtle rise and fall of his breath.

……

As Lin Ye looked at that small figure, he thought of Xiao Douzi.

When he first went to Dayan to pick up Xiaodouzi, Xiaodouzi was covered in a mix of old and new injuries.

Is this how you get beaten up?

In that ruthless palace, without Old Ye's protection, she was just a small child, and anyone could kick her, slap her, or pull her hair as a form of venting.

The wound healed, then was beaten again; it was beaten again, then slowly healed again; scars upon scars, pain upon pain...

Lin Ye blinked, his eyes reddening for a moment.

He blinked, suppressing the slight glint of tears in his eyes.

Thankfully, it's all over now, and Xiao Douzi has him protecting her.

And these people are getting their comeuppance, and everything is getting better!

Lin Ye calmed himself down and then looked back at Shu Jingwei.

……

In the warehouse, Shu Jingwei had finally taken almost everything; she had placed some items on each of the hundred or so veterans.

She took one last look at the vases and ornaments that were too big to take with her before reluctantly leaving the storeroom.

Outside the warehouse, because there was no time to tie up the horses or leave anyone to watch over them, all the horses had run away.

Shu Jingwei paused for a moment, but then realized that the storeroom wasn't far from the Hall of Supreme Harmony, so she quickly ran over.

She first took a quick count of her remaining troops.

There were about a hundred people in total, plus the gold and silver valuables on her back, and herself.

That was all the capital she had left.

Shu Jingwei gritted her teeth.

One hundred people it is!

At least, she has almost emptied the warehouse. When Wang Meng sees the empty national treasury and this place with hardly anything left, he will be furious!

Besides, isn't it just starting over?

Her ability to rise from an unfavored princess who nearly died in the power struggle to where she is today is a remarkable achievement.

Then she will definitely succeed a second time!

For now, let Wang Meng and his group be smug for a while.

She will definitely come back!

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