I didn't cry, I just slowly knelt down.
From that day on, I never disobeyed again. I did whatever my master and aunt told me to do.
The days passed slowly, and I made some progress in making the poison.
During the past two years of living in seclusion, my mother occasionally asked people to come and see us, and she also came a few times herself, and all the expenses of the house were not neglected.
My aunt said that my mother was just putting on an act to make people think that she was a person of both virtue and integrity.
When I was twelve years old, my mother said that I should go out and meet some people. So on the birthday of the noble concubine, she sent someone to invite me and take me out.
This was the first time I went out with my mother.
I have lived in the side garden for many years, and apart from my master and aunt, the only people around me are the dumb poisonous creatures. When I suddenly went out and interacted with people, I was terrified, but at the same time, I had a faint desire in my heart.
My mother asked someone to dress me up. She personally tied a scarlet silk ribbon on my buns and said with a smile, "Fang'er is so pretty."
I stood there awkwardly, not daring to look up, but I glanced at her secretly and saw that her smile was very warm.
This is a smile I have never seen on my aunt's face.
I suddenly felt very jealous of Rouyao.
Rouyao, whose real name was Sun Fangfei, was later named Rouyao County Princess. What a nice title.
She was sick that day. Her little face was red and she kept coughing. She came over accompanied by her nanny. She looked up at me and called me, "Big Sister."
I didn't even dare to answer, but just quickly looked away.
"Sister, you are so beautiful." Rouyao said again.
Everyone says I'm good-looking, but I never think so. In the first two years of making poisons, my face was blue. How could I be good-looking
Rouyao pulled me into the house, took out a string of fiery red coral bracelets from the drawer and handed them to me, "Big sister, I'll give them to you."
I quickly dodged and said, "I don't want it."
"Why not? It looks so beautiful on you. This red coral should be worn by someone as beautiful as Big Sister."
She tried hard to put the red coral into my hand. I tried to avoid it, but she had already frowned and said, "If you don't want it, then you don't want to be with your sister."
I was very afraid of people looking at me with a stern face, because in the side garden, as long as the master or the aunt looked at me with a stern face, I would be beaten.
I had no choice but to accept it, and then pulled my sleeves hard to cover it, for fear that my mother would find out and think I stole Rouyao's things.
If even my aunt is so afraid of my mother, then my mother must be more ferocious than my aunt and her beatings must be more painful.
At that time, the Seventh Prince had just been appointed to live outside the palace, and the Royal Concubine had also followed her son out, so the birthday banquet was held in the prince's palace.
I had never seen so many people before. The sun was scorching overhead. My mother pulled me into the crowd. When my mother introduced them, I bowed and greeted them like a wooden man.
There were so many people that I couldn’t remember their names, but I tried hard to remember them because my mother said she would take me out more often in the future, and it would be very rude if I couldn’t remember people’s names.
I saw the Imperial Concubine, who was my aunt. She had a kind face but sharp eyes. When I kowtowed to her, she rewarded me with a hairpin.
When I think about that day now, it feels like a dream.
I made poison every day and my health was not very good. When I was visiting the garden, I felt tired. My mother asked me to sit in the pavilion and asked a maid to accompany me.
But the girl was so absorbed in looking at the flowers that I didn’t realize she hadn’t followed me and kept walking forward.
As I was walking, my eyes went dark and I fainted on the ground.
I heard someone exclaim, and many people gathered around.
I felt a large hand grab my arm and pull me up, and a voice sounded in my ear, "Are you okay?"
Someone rubbed my temples and philtrum. The hands were cold and I felt very comfortable. They dispelled all the heat from my head.
I opened my eyes and what came into view was the face of a young man. He was very handsome, with clear eyes that could actually reflect my pale self.
"You have heat stroke. I have ordered someone to take you back to rest."
He helped me up, then commanded everyone to get on the sedan chair.
My mother knew that something happened to me, so she came over in a hurry. When she saw him, she smiled and said, "Fang'er, this is your cousin."
cousin
I immediately knew his identity: he was my aunt's son, the Seventh Prince.
I wanted to scream, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something and I couldn't make a sound. I lowered my head and twisted my handkerchief. I thought my face must have been very red.
He ordered people to carry me to the side room to rest until the birthday banquet was over and my mother came to take me back home.
For the first time, I spoke to my mother boldly and asked her about this cousin.
My mother told me everything, and then she said, intentionally or unintentionally, "The prince is a royal family, and I don't know how lucky the marquis girl will be in the future."
This made me feel desperate.
Yes, there is a world of difference between him and me. Even to be his concubine, I am not qualified.
I am not only a concubine's daughter, but also a concubine's daughter who is often beaten and has a body full of poisons. Who wouldn't despise me
I was depressed for a long time after meeting him, and I was beaten a lot because of it.
Seeing that I was absent-minded, my aunt sat down and talked to me calmly for the first time.
How could I dare to tell her my worries? However, my master had already gone out to inquire about it and said that I had been uneasy since I met my cousin that day.
Upon hearing this, my aunt sneered at me, "Who are you? How dare you covet the current prince?"
I was embarrassed, "I didn't."
She poked my forehead with her finger and said angrily, "I'm warning you, you'd better put away your little thoughts and make the poison carefully. After you make it, you have to kill that bitch before you can leave. As long as she is not dead, you can't even think about getting married."
Getting married was my biggest hope at that time, because only by getting married could I get rid of my aunt and master.
Even if I become someone's concubine or slave, it would be fine.
I was completely desperate.
I trembled and said, "Why do you insist that I kill my mother? Doesn't Master also know witchcraft?"
"Because," she pulled me in front of her and said viciously, "I want her to find the person and kill her with my own hands to avenge my son."
It was not until that moment that I realized that she had always thought that I was not her daughter.
The slap from her father did not wake her up.
"No, I'm your daughter." I tried to tell her, because I felt that I looked very similar to her, but we were not mother and daughter, and it was impossible for us to be so similar.
"Yes, you are my daughter, so you have to avenge me." She stood up and looked down at me. I saw the malice and hatred in her eyes, burning wantonly.
My trembling heart seemed to be set on fire by her fire.
I kowtowed a few times and then went downstairs to make poison.
Yes, I want to kill someone.
(End of this chapter)