After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 47 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (47)

She is cannon fodder, she must die, but before she dies, she must seize the time to shine.

Seeing that her face was expressionless, Jiang Chuan's eyes flashed with thought and nervousness.

The woman in front of him was Concubine Zhuang, the most beloved concubine of his father, and he hadn't had much contact with her in the past, but he was still worried that he would be recognized.

Fortunately, the bone shrinking technique is still not in vain, and pretending to be a maid and following her is also convenient to find out whether the woman's belly is true or not, and where the jade seal is.

This woman was the one who stayed by Father's side the longest during his lifetime, and she most likely knew something.

Moreover, the reason why her father asked her to be buried with her by name is more worthy of deliberation.

In short, he was sure that the breakthrough point was Concubine Zhuang.

In this way, Ding Bao has an extra maid named Xiaoyu.

Because of the upheaval in the palace, countless palace people were killed and injured, but no one paid much attention to this new little fish. If someone asked, Jiang Chuan would say that she was a maidservant who had served Concubine Zhuang before, and now that the empress returned to the palace, she would be punished. Call back to serve the empress.

Ding Bao continued to pretend to be stupid.

Now she not only has to show superb acting skills in front of Cen Yao, but also continues to act with Jiang Chuan.

This kind of feeling of being cheated by being cannon fodder and voluntarily dedicating despite having already controlled the direction of all the plots is really a day, a dog.

Fortunately, Cen Yao has been busy these past few days, but came here twice in a hurry during the day, and left in a hurry after not staying for long.

Every time he came, he would definitely make all the maidservants retreat, and the two of them would not be able to touch each other, so Ding Bao's life would be easier.

But her sixth sense tells him her days are numbered.

As soon as I got up today, there was a goose-feather snow floating outside the window. A few dozen or so snowflakes stuck together and fell down, drenching people's heads and bodies in a short while.

Different from the heavy snow outside, the bedroom is warm, like a greenhouse, and the whole body is hot and sweaty just after entering.

Looking out through the window, Ding Bao heaved a sigh of relief.

According to today's weather, it is difficult to move an inch, Cen Yao will definitely not come again.

Thinking of this, the voice of the maid's announcement came from behind.

"Your Majesty, the second young lady of the Ding family and his wife are asking to see you."

Ding Bao didn't look back.

"Let them in."

"And Zhang Shangqing's wife also asked to see the empress."

Zhang Shangqing?
A second-rank official in the DPRK and China has never had any contact with her.

"What is Zhang Shangqing's wife doing with me?"

"It is said that the weather is cold, so I sent you some supplements to dispel the cold and generate heat."

When Ding Bao heard this, his eyes lit up slightly, and he stretched his head to look out of the window. Through the colorful glazed colors, there were a few shadowy figures standing there. The snow was heavy, and they wore thick clothes with cloaks covering their heads. Just looking at it makes me feel cold all over.

Seeing this scene, she turned around and quickly walked to the table and sat down, brushing her long hair.

"Come in quickly."

Three women in heavy cloaks came in, and Zhou Shangqing's wife was followed by a maid holding things.

The three sat down one by one, took off their cloaks, and each held a small hand warming stove in their arms.

"It's the first time I've seen Mrs. Zhang's family. It's not easy to come here with such a heavy snowstorm."

Mrs. Zhang smiled meekly, and raised her hand to the maidservant behind her.

"Today's weather is cold, and my wife sent some special products from Zhongdu in the south of the Yangtze River for you to try something new, and I hope your mother will not dislike it."

Upon hearing this, Ding Bao raised his eyes to look at the mirror case held in the hands of the maidservant, and then smiled brightly with hooked lips.

(End of this chapter)