The demon concubine of rebirth, you have been tricked by gl

Yan Kingdom Imperial City.

Even though it was late at night, the magnificent and gilded palace was still brightly lit.

The new emperor and his courtiers and concubines celebrated all night long, singing and dancing with silk and bamboo, what a happy and extravagant place.

The concubine with a delicate figure and a beautiful appearance leaned obediently in the arms of the handsome new emperor, charming and charming.

All the ministers gathered in the main hall to flatter the high-spirited new emperor, and the wine in the glass wine cup was orange-yellow and sweet.

The palace was full of laughter and laughter, and the maids and eunuchs who came and went were all smiling and beaming.

There was only one thin and frail maid, with a sad face, wearing a washed white palace uniform and carrying a bamboo basket, hurried through the imperial garden, heading for a gloomy and cold palace in the south.

The court ladies and eunuchs who met her on the road all showed contempt, avoided her from a distance, and whispered to her companions from time to time.

Qingyuan didn't bother to pay attention to them, she held the bamboo basket tightly in her hand, raised her head and chest and quickened her pace.

If it was before, when these people saw her, they wouldn't all rush to flatter her.

People always know how to climb to the top, especially in this palace, whoever is powerful will have a lot of people to cling to and flatter.

Once they lose power, those people will change their faces faster than anyone else, and they all want to step on it.

Not in the mood to care about resentment, Qingyuan looked tense, turned around the corridor, and walked straight into a cold palace.

After closing the heavy gate, one has to pass through a yard full of peach blossoms and locust trees.

The yard hadn't been cleaned for some time, and there were dead leaves all over the bluestone slabs.

After Qingyuan entered the inner hall, she let out a sigh of relief.

Before entering the bedroom door, she heard coughing.

"Miss, why did you get up? You are weak, so you can't lie down on the bed to recuperate. What are you doing when you get up?"

Qingyuan entered the door and saw a figure sitting by the faint candlelight, but she didn't care to brush off the leaves on her shoulders, frowning worriedly and complaining.

"Can't sleep, get up and read a book."

Under the dim candlelight, he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

It's just that although the voice was hoarse and weak, it was still cool and pleasant.

And that thin figure, it can be vaguely seen that it is a young woman.

"I just lit such a candle, the light is so weak, you are still reading, and you are not afraid of hurting your eyes."

Qingyuan took a step forward, put the bamboo basket in her hand on the table, opened it, and carefully brought out a bowl of porridge.

"Drink the porridge and go to bed and rest. This book won't run away. I'll read it tomorrow."

There are two green leaves floating on top of the porridge in the bowl, and a few grains of rice can be vaguely seen in the bland soup.

It is not so much porridge as it is a bowl of rice soup.

Seeing that the person sitting still didn't move, Qingyuan felt a little sad, she bit her lip shyly and lowered her head, her hands shook slightly, splashing a few drops of soup on her hands.

"They didn't even want to give this bowl of porridge, so I asked for some snacks and hid them secretly."

"It's not that I think the porridge is bland, it's just Qingyuan, have you eaten yet?"

The woman coughed lightly, put down the scroll in her hand, her voice was soft and soft.

"Of course I ate it. I was full. I also ate a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which made my stomach feel uncomfortable."

Qingyuan patted her stomach, raised her head with a satisfied face, and licked the corners of her lips, as if savoring the delicious food.

It's just that the flat stomach didn't live up to it, and it groaned twice, exposing the childish lie.

"Silly boy, I'm not hungry, you can drink this porridge."

The woman reached out her hand helplessly, and gently helped Qingyuan wipe away the soup splashed on her hand.

The hand resting on it was pale and thin, as if it had lost its skin and flesh, leaving only a skeleton.

"I won't eat, miss, you eat, you haven't eaten for several days, Qingyuan begs you, just eat a little, if Xiangguo sees you like this, I don't know how much I feel sorry for you."

Qingyuan's eyes turned red instantly, she clutched that frail and frightening hand with a crying voice, squatting beside the woman sadly.

"Stupid boy, daddy...how can daddy see me like this, he's gone."

The woman's cold voice trembled, with a bit of desolation and helplessness.

"Miss…"

Qingyuan, who was holding back, finally couldn't take it anymore, she lay on the woman's lap, and cried bitterly.

Tears couldn't be stopped and fell down on the dress below her.

Xia Qiulian stretched out her hand to lightly cover Qing Yuan's head, and stroked it gently.

"Qingyuan, don't cry. I have no one to blame for the land I have fallen into today, but I can only blame myself. You don't have to feel sad for me."

"Second Miss's fate today really cannot be blamed on others. I can only blame Second Miss for not having much luck in her birth and not being able to enjoy glory and wealth."

An old, low and dull voice like an old woman came from outside the door.

Then, the closed door was pushed open.

"Green Nguyen."

Qingyuan was taken aback, she raised her head, and looked at the handsome female official who suddenly appeared at the door, surrounded by several court ladies and eunuchs like stars.

"Qingyuan, Second Miss, long time no see."

Lu Ruan stood by the threshold with her hands behind her back, her eyes full of mockery and a sneer on her face.

She obviously looks like a young and beautiful girl, but her voice is hoarse and terrifying.

"Lu Ruan, you... what do you want to do."

Qingyuan didn't care to wipe away the tears hanging on her little face, she stood up and stood in front of Xia Qiulian, opening her hands like a little hen protecting a calf.

"It's been several months since the new emperor ascended the throne, but the Second Miss has not come to congratulate her. She sent Lu Ruan to the door to give the Second Miss a cup of celebration wine."

Lu Ruan didn't even look at Qing Yuan, her cold eyes fixed on Xia Qiulian who was behind Qing Yuan.

"liquor…"

Qingyuan Lihua's rainy face instantly turned pale.

She shook her head in horror and disbelief.

"No, the second prince will not do this. No, the eldest lady will not let him do this, no."

"Second prince? Eldest lady? Qingyuan, are you stupid? You should call them your majesty's queen. Do you think you are still in the country of Yan? Do you think your second lady is still the favorite concubine of the country? Now, Xia Qiulian is nothing more than a former concubine."

Lu Ruan sneered disdainfully, and the eunuchs and maids behind her also laughed mockingly.

"I don't care, miss, she doesn't drink, she doesn't know how to drink, if she wants to drink, let Qingyuan drink for her."

Qing Yuan looked at the eunuch with a hunched body and a glass of wine behind Lu Ruan with a terrified face.

"You drink, you are not qualified to drink. This is the wine His Majesty gave Xia Qiulian."

Lu Ruan still stared at Xia Qiulian, her cold eyes were like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

"Qingyuan, get out of the way."

Xia Qiulian spoke softly.

She was so weak that it took her a while to stand up.

"I won't let you, Miss, you can't drink that wine, you can't drink it."

"Stop her."

Qing Yuan, who wanted to rush forward to knock over the wine glass, was ordered by Lu Ruan to be held aside.

Lu Ruan took a deep breath and looked at Xia Qiulian who was walking slowly.

The two maids at the door held the lanterns, and they looked at the thin and trembling man slowly walking from the darkness with some curiosity.

The new court lady and eunuch only knew that the woman in front of her was a concubine of the former dynasty, who bewitched the Emperor Yan to overthrow the Kingdom of Yan, but had never seen her face.

This woman was thin and out of shape, wearing a wide and plain white dress, with a simple bun on her hair.

Despite this, it still has a breath-taking demeanor.

Even the thin skin and flesh could not hide that beautiful face. Although he was so weak that he couldn't even walk steadily, he still stood upright and walked slowly and leisurely.

"Is this the wine? It smells sweet. After careful calculation, I may not have had a drink for a long time."

Xia Qiulian took the wine glass from the attendant coldly, with no expression on her face, between her stunning eyebrows and those deep and bright phoenix eyes, there was nothing but emptiness.

She didn't seem to know that the sweet wine in her hand was poisonous wine.

The pale thin lips were raised slightly, as if a little joking, a little helpless.

Then she raised her head and drank the glass of wine without hesitation.

There was no hesitation.

"Miss..." Qing Yuan wailed, her knees softened and she knelt down on the ground in pain, she passed out from grief.

"Second Miss is still the same as before, so I decided to give up. Now that you have drunk the wine, I can return to His Majesty. But because I have served Second Miss in the past, I will order everyone to wait outside. So, I guess Second Miss doesn't want others to see her miserable state of death."

Seeing that Xia Qiulian drank the wine without leaking, Lu Ruan smiled with satisfaction.

It's just that the smile looked a little stiff, like laughing and crying, and there was a bit of sadness in the eyebrows and eyes.

"Lu Ruan, this is the last wish of my dying person. You also see that you grew up with Qing Yuan, don't let anyone bully her."

Xia Qiulian slowly moved to the table and sat down gently. She picked up the scroll she had just put down and looked at the dark ink stains on the paper.

"Second miss, don't worry, I will take care of Qing Yuan, you... take care."

Lu Ruan turned her head hastily, responded with a cold voice, and then waved her hands to ask someone to drag the fainted Qing Yuan away.

The door closed and people left.

Even the candle on the table was almost burnt out.

The heat in her belly seemed to be on fire, Xia Qiulian squeezed her fingers tightly, and wrinkled the scroll in her hand.

Are you dying?

Oh, that's fine too.

Looking back on this half of my life carefully, there are so many people who are sorry.

She is sorry for her parents, sorry for Qing Yuan, sorry for the Yan people, and sorry for the emperor.

But the one she was most sorry for was Yan Wanting.

That stupid woman believed in her and protected her so much, but the country she betrayed was ruined.

Thick and hot blood dripped from Xia Qiulian's mouth and nose. She curled up on the table, panting lightly, and the light in her eyes dimmed little by little.

Xia Qiulian could even feel his body getting colder.

She suddenly remembered something from the past.

Her body is cold all year round, especially in autumn and winter.

Whenever it snows, Yan Wanting always likes to take a nap in her bedroom, hugging a small warm stove and hugging her.

She knew that Yan Wanting was afraid of the cold, so she hugged herself like an ice cube, frowning and shivering, while hugging herself tighter and tighter.

At that time, she always asked her helplessly, why she hugged herself because she was afraid of the cold.

Yan Wanting raised his eyes and glanced at her, lazily moaned, and said: "I love this double sky of ice and fire, you have no objection."

When I think of these past events, I can't stop anymore.

It's just that what flashed in front of my mind was the figure of that woman Yan Wanting.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable Xia Qiulian became. The tight and sore pain in her chest was even worse than the cramping pain in her abdomen.

While her thoughts were blurred, Xia Qiulian recalled the day when the palace gate was captured.

The palace was in chaos, with flames everywhere, shouts and begging for mercy, and the sound of swords clashing.

The air was full of the stench of fresh blood.

Yan Wanting was dressed in white and stood at the gate of Nanxun Palace, surrounded by a large number of Jiang Guo soldiers.

The sharp blade in her hand had already sunk into the flesh of her neck, and the bright red blood flowed down, staining the skirt of her clothes red.

Her eyes passed through the soldiers besieging her with despair and resentment, and looked at Xia Qiulian who was standing blankly in the distance.

The blood-red eyes were full of deep-seated hatred and emptiness, and the thin lips that were covered with blood seemed to be painted with a layer of bright red rouge, and they were seductively raised.

The voice was hoarse and sad, and it was as soft as if he was saying some ambiguous love words.

"You betrayed me, the emperor, the people of Yan, and all the people in the world for him. If you don't come and see, your end will be a thousand times worse than mine in the end."

Xia Qiulian opened her lips. She wanted to explain something, but she couldn't open her mouth. The coldness rising up in her chest and the regret in her heart could not be vented.

She could only stand there sluggishly, watching with a pale face.

Watching Yan Wanting slay himself with a sword in front of her.

The blood splashed and fell, like withered red flowers, and like blood tears falling down.

The last glimmer of light in Yan Wanting's eyes gradually dimmed.

The blood red in his eyes dyed all the images in Xia Qiulian's eyes red.

Yan Wanting, you see how your words come true, I betrayed you for that person, and now I have been betrayed by that person.

Yan Wanting, you have forgiven me for everything I did wrong in the past, but this time, I'm afraid you will never forgive me again.

If there is an afterlife, if there is...

No, I'm afraid it's gone.

The faint candlelight on the table burned out its life little by little, and finally disappeared in the darkness.