In the Beiqing Palace, Empress Qingshuang sat in front of a dressing table carved from ivory.
In front of her was a half-person-high mirror polished with crystal, and several female officials were helping her to make up her appearance and make preparations for going forward.
Empress Qingshuang looked at herself in the mirror, her wrinkle-free face was as clean as a peeled lychee.
When she thought that in a few days, she would put on a festive wedding dress, and standing opposite her was Feng Lan, whom she had longed for for many years, the empress couldn't help but feel excited.
She took the beauty pill from the female officer, and swallowed it with warm water.
The hand of the female officer behind her trembled slightly, and she was a little heavier when she brushed the horns of her hair.
"Rouxiang, what's the matter with you, you're clumsy." The empress's elegant and noble face frowns sharply.
"Holy Majesty, spare me, this servant deserves death." The timid voice made the empress slightly frowned.
Only then did the empress remember that Rouxiang had already been killed by herself.
Rou Xiang is the female official who "serves" Feng Lan in and out of the Cloud Palace. She used to be the empress' favorite female official.
It's a pity, she shouldn't have coveted Feng Lan, and even became Feng Lan's woman.
The empress felt a little sorry, that maid's skill in combing hair with one hand.
The empress stroked her dirty hair, feeling a little displeased, but thinking of the wedding that was being closely planned, her eyes were rippling, and she didn't bother to care about the clumsiness of the new female official.
The empress put on her dragon robe and went to court.
The female officer knelt on the ground trembling, and a female officer who knew her well helped her up.
"Why are you so careless? Fortunately, the Holy Majesty is in a good mood recently, otherwise even if you have ten heads, you won't be able to chop off." Hearing the complaints from her companion, the new female officer secretly stuffed the animal horn comb into her sleeve .
In the past few days, when she combed the Empress's hair, she found that the Empress' hair loss was serious. The Empress was almost morbidly harsh on her appearance and manners. If she found out, everyone in the palace would suffer. .
The new female officer was uneasy, and hid the long black hair that was wrapped around the horn comb.
The empress went to court full of joy, but she returned to the palace full of anger.
Feng Lan didn't go to court, but Chen Tuo, who had been sick and refused to go to court, came here rarely.
It's just that as soon as he appeared, he brought many generals from Beiqing and asked to resign from his official position.
His intention was obvious, he clearly disapproved of the Empress's marriage.
Not only that, but the empress's two princes, together with the old ministers who supported them, knelt in front of the palace, risking their lives to admonish Feng Lan, saying that Feng Lan could not be the emperor's husband, Feng Lan was the husband-in-law of the empress' sister, Heir, sister-in-law and brother-in-law get married, which is inconsistent with reason and violates ethics.
What ethics and legal principles, to put it bluntly, the two unfilial sons were afraid that if they made Feng Lan the queen husband, they might make Feng Xin the crown prince, threatening their future inheritance rights.
There are also military generals including Chen Tuo, who also collectively demanded to resign from the military.
The persecution of her sons and the opposition of civil and military officials made the empress very annoying.
The Empress looked at the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. She had been in power for many years, and she faced these faces every day, and she couldn't be more familiar with those faces.
Today, but no one is on her side.
What a sadness in the Empress's heart.
She remembered Feng Lan's resolute departure that day, and how she forced her biological sister to jump off the cliff...
Those scars that she deliberately hid in the deepest part of her heart, in the morning of this day, suddenly festered and pus, and were torn apart hideously, beyond recognition.
The Empress had been a bit blocked in Qi and blood for a while, and after being so angry, she felt depressed all over her body, and lost her temper after returning to the palace.
She already understood that it was impossible for her to give up Feng Lan when she had come to this point.
Feng Lan, for her, has become the last match to keep warm.
She can't leave it, and she can't.
Only by letting Feng Lan accept her and win the support of the Feng Mansion again, can she stand up again and be that magnificent empress.
"Your Majesty, your marriage with Feng Wang?" The ceremony officer was full of anxiety, and told her every step of the wedding.
Feng Lan was supposed to do these things, but now, he doesn't even want to look at her.
"Announce to the world that the wedding will be held as usual, and tell those waiting outside that anyone who dares to say no again will have his head cut off."
The empress rubbed her temples and leaned on the dragon couch, feeling drowsy for a while.
These days, she became more and more tired, but after reading a few memorials, she couldn't help closing her eyelids and fell asleep.
The female officials didn't dare to disturb, and after closing the door, the room was dark.
A moth-like butterfly flew in and landed on the empress' dragon robe.
The moth's wings vibrated, fine scales filled the air, and got into the queen's nose.
The front was gray, and something passed by her side.
The empress was shocked to find that she was standing on the cliff alone.
It was a cliff as high as ten feet high, and the cold wind like a knife was blowing past her.
Suddenly, a person appeared in front of her.
It was a woman with a big belly.
A face is as delicate and beautiful as a flower, and Empress Qingshuang will not be able to forget that face until she dies.
That was the face of my younger sister Qing Feng.
"Qingfeng, how could it be you? Aren't you dead?"
The empress was so frightened that she took a small step back, and behind her, a rock fell off the cliff.
The Empress's face turned pale, she forced herself to be calm, and punched Qing Feng.
Qing Feng's figure disappeared, but soon appeared in front of her again.
"Qingfeng, you were not my opponent when you were alive, and you still want to make trouble after death. I tell you, you will never be my opponent. Feng Lan is going to marry me, no matter how unwilling you are, it's useless."
In front of him, Qing Feng, who was just a few feet away, was covered in blood.
She was stabbed in the abdomen, blood poured down from the knife edge, staining her legs and clothes red, she approached the empress step by step, her voice was palpitating and cold.
"Sister, Sister Qingshuang, why did you kill me? You killed my child. That is your niece, look, she is so cute, she looks exactly like you when you were a child." Saying that, Qingshuang Feng's pale, lifeless hands landed on her swollen belly.
The hand pierced into the abdomen, and after a terrible sound of flesh and blood, on Qing Feng's hand, there was a bloody fetus. The fetus was so small and so ugly.
Qingfeng laughed wildly, and threw the child to Empress Qingshuang.
"Ah!" When touching the bloody and bloody body of the fetus, the empress woke up from the nightmare and rolled down from the dragon couch.
She was panting heavily, her hands and feet were cold, suddenly, the empress felt a light head, and something fell from her eyes.