Rebirth: Ruyi goes crazy in the harem

After Qin Sang finished speaking, he moved slightly closer to Jingse.

Jingse could even smell the faint scent of the Asteraceae flowers in her hair.

She whispered in a hoarse voice, mockingly into Jingse's ear.

"My dear princess, you don't really think that the people on the grassland are blind and can't see the intimate actions between you and Guard Ma Jia?"

"Slut, how dare you spread rumors about me?"

Jingse found some brute force from nowhere, grabbed Qin Sang by the collar, pulled her in front of him, and forced her to look at him.

She suppressed her anger and wished she could tear this pretentious woman in front of her into pieces right away.

“It’s fine that you usually like to seduce Baljur with such a pretentious bitch attitude.

But if you dare to say a word of nonsense outside, believe it or not, I will kill you right now! "

Guard Ma Jia had died for her. Jingse was already heartbroken, and she would never allow anyone to tarnish his reputation.

Qin Sang chuckled a few times, as if mocking Jingse for being so impatient.

Jingse suddenly felt that his reaction was a bit excessive. He snorted coldly and finally let go of Qin Sang.

Qin Sang looked at Jingse, who looked strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and the curve of his lips widened a little.

She pretended to be considerate, ran her fingers across the turquoise earrings on her ears, and said softly, "Princess, you should know best whether it is nonsense or not.

You may not know this, but the Duke already knew about your affair with the guard long before you married him."

"What?" Jingse was shocked, and a chill crawled up his heart like a spider web, "It's... it's you?"

Qin Sang was too lazy to hide it anymore and nodded generously, "It's me.

At that time, our Lord placed me by your side to serve you day and night. How could such a thing escape my eyes?

At that time, I was wondering why I could only be a little slave since I was born, and I didn’t know what kind of person I would marry in the future.

As a princess of the Qing Dynasty, you are not satisfied with the marriage proposal from the Khorchin tribe and you also try to seduce the guards.

How can you, a person who does not follow the ways of a woman, be worthy of being a legitimate princess of the Qing Dynasty?

So I secretly found the Duke and reported your affair to him.

It's a pity that the Duke needs your identity as a princess so that he can serve as a link for the Manchu-Mongol marriage and return to the Khorchin tribe in glory to fight for power.

However, the Duke has always loved me.

You see, you have been married to the Duke for so many years, but you have never slept with him for even one night, while I am his favorite concubine whom he took into his room despite everyone's opposition.

He even left the position of Crown Prince to my Qingyou..."

Snapped!

Jingse couldn't bear it any longer, she raised her hand and slapped Qin Sang hard in the face.

"Bad maid!"

Qin Sang covered her cheek, without any grievance or surprise on her face, she still raised her eyes and smiled sweetly, "Is the princess angry because of shame?

I am a slave, then what are you?

Without the emperor's favor, you, a poor princess, will probably be worse than a lowly servant like me in the future."

Jingse was so angry that she wanted to slap Qin Sang again, but she heard a few sharp female voices behind her, which suddenly broke the silence of the night sky and stopped abruptly.

Jingse thought she had misheard and turned around hastily. There seemed to be two figures in the gray night.

The figures are one tall and one short.

The shorter one was slim and obviously a woman. She was wearing a simple palace maid's uniform and holding a dagger.

Looking closely, there were faint traces of blood dripping from the dagger, seeping into the grass, and disappearing in an instant.

The woman was staring blankly at the palace maid lying on the ground in front of her.

The palace maid covered her neck with her hands, blood gushing out. She stared with her eyes wide open, but she struggled for a while and then became silent.

The tall figure seemed to be wearing a guard's robe, holding a knife to the neck of another palace maid.

The held palace maid trembled with fear, the lantern in her hand fell to the ground, and the candle in the cage flickered again and again, just hiding the faces of the man and woman in the darkness, making it difficult to distinguish them.

Jingse frowned slightly, thinking that maybe one of the palace maids and the guards were in love, and took advantage of the break between shifts to hide here to be intimate. Unfortunately, she ran into them.

Jingse suppressed the fear in her heart and shouted, "Who's over there?

I am Princess Hejing Gulun. If you let go of my maids, I will spare your lives.

If you don’t leave quickly, don’t blame me for sending people to arrest you and treat you as assassins and execute you immediately.”

It's not that Jingse felt sorry for the kidnapped maid. It's just that the man and woman were too cruel to fight and bleed.

Now she only has Qin Sang, who is at odds with her, by her side. In order to save her life, Jingse had to use her own name to scare the couple away.

"Princess Hejing?" The woman repeated Jingse's words, as if she was very familiar with the title.

"I didn't expect to meet you here."

The woman said this and slowly raised her head.

Half of her face was still submerged in the darkness, but the other half was illuminated by the flickering firelight on the ground, revealing a dim outline.

The blood on the woman's face, which had not yet dried, slid down like tears, making her look even more bright and strange, like a ghost.

"Lingpin?!"

Jingse couldn't believe her eyes. "Why are you dressed like this? What are you doing here?"

Wei Yanwan smiled coldly when she was called out by her name, "I didn't expect that the princess would still have the leisure to care about what I'm doing?

I will naturally be waiting for you on the road to the underworld on behalf of Concubine Feng."

The north wind swept across the grass, bringing with it a bleak and solemn sound.

Jingse felt for no reason that the person in front of her was not like the concubine with gorgeous makeup and sweet smiles in the daytime, but more like a female leopard who had been dormant in the depths of the jungle for a long time.

Seeing that Jingse didn't say anything, Wei Yanwan sneered, "Why, Princess, you are so forgetful that you have forgotten Concubine Feng?"

"There are countless concubines in the Emperor's harem. Concubine Feng has been dead for so long, how can I still remember what she did?"

Jingse raised her head, seeming to be annoyed that Wei Yanwan was still obsessed with avenging Concubine Feng.

"Lingpin, I know that you were once Fengpin's personal maid.

But things are different now. You have a daughter and a high position. You should have put aside the past hatred and lived a good life."

The curve of Wei Yanwan's lips became more obvious, "I wonder if Princess has ever heard such a sentence.

Don't encourage others to do good unless they have suffered. If you suffer from me, you may not be good to me.

From the very beginning, I didn't want to be a concubine.

If Concubine Feng had not been forced to death by you, I would not have to give up everything I have and choose to enter the palace as a concubine.

Every day I was a concubine, every time I was with the emperor, I was suppressing my hatred, relying on the wish to avenge Concubine Feng one day, and holding on. "

After hearing this, the man standing behind Wei Yanwan trembled slightly for a moment, but soon calmed down.