If she could really become His Majesty, wouldn't she be treated better than the other maids who were married to her?
The personal maids brought into the palace by the concubines of the past dynasties will become the maids in charge of the first palace in the future. Many of them are attracted by the eunuchs around the emperor and use them as rivals. But who can do better than to directly become a maid? The emperor's woman?
It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.
Hongling suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, but she could hardly hide the joy in her eyebrows. She blushed and lowered her head: "I don't dare to share my favor with a beauty. I just want to do my duty..."
"How can this be called dividing favors?" Zhu Sijia saw that she had pinched Hongling's hand and let go of her, "It is normal for men in the world to have three wives and four concubines, let alone His Majesty. Rather than let you be here If you continue to waste your life working for me in the palace, you might as well serve His Majesty with me."
"We are sisters who share the joys and sorrows, so we should naturally share the blessings."
Hong Ling nodded implicitly and agreed.
Zhu Sijia sighed helplessly again, as if Hongling had really become Yan Xiu's concubine, and said with regret: "When you are granted a title, you will have your own palace, and we will never have the chance to be together like before. The northern lands are like sharing the same bed."
When she and Hong Ling had the best relationship in the past, the two of them did not treat each other as master and servant in the village in the north.
Zhu Scarlett had few rules, was not picky and delicate, and there were few people in the village. Therefore, during the first two years of following her, Hong Ling often went to sleep with her on her bed.
The two were once so close that Zhu Sijia never thought that Hongling would betray her.
Now, she has no chance to betray herself.
Hong Ling was afraid that Zhu Sijia would regret it because of such a trivial matter, so she urgently comforted her: "Don't worry, beauty, we can be as close as before in the palace."
Zhu Sijia shook her head in disappointment: "The palace pays great attention to rules, and so does His Majesty. What would happen if he saw his two women sleeping together?"
Hong Ling was teased by Zhu Sijia so much that she covered her mouth and giggled.
"So, if you have the chance tonight, Sister Hongling, please rest in my room." Zhu Sijia stretched out her hand to brush the bed quilt, thinking that it was indeed the best material, "After tonight, there will be no more separation between you and me. It’s so over the top.”
Hong Ling always felt that Zhu Sijia today was a little strange, so strange that it made her feel uncomfortable. But when she thought about it carefully, Zhu Sijia was usually not bad to her, and she never treated her as a servant. Her words and deeds were reasonable...
"Okay, this slave girl agrees to the beauty."
Zhu Sijia smiled happily: "That's right."
…
At the right time, Zhu Siying's knock on the door woke up the two of them in their sleep.
Hong Ling was sleeping next to her and wanted to get up and open the door, but Zhu Sijia stopped her. After some persuasion, Zhu Sijia got out of bed and opened the door herself.
"Sister is not good! Mom, she is vomiting blood again, please go to her hospital quickly!" Zhu Siying didn't even put on her clothes. She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely and paced repeatedly in front of Zhu Sijia's room.
Hong Ling said in a daze: "Third Miss, is this against the rules? My beauty is already your master, how can there be any reason to go and serve you?"
Zhu Siying had sharp eyes. When she saw Hong Ling dare to lie down on Zhu Sijia's bed to rest, she immediately ran into the room, stood in front of Hong Ling with her hands on her hips and cursed back:
"Who do you think you are? Why do you, a slave like you, master, have no right to interrupt what the master is saying? What does it have to do with you if I ask my sister to take care of my mother?"
Hong Ling got up knowingly and started to change her clothes.
Zhu Scarlett is already running to attend to the illness, how can there be any reason for her to be idle as a personal maid?
Unexpectedly, as soon as her feet touched the ground, Zhu Sijia stopped her: "It doesn't matter, I think it's my mother's old habit that happened again. I'll go and come back. Hong Ling, just have a good rest."
She turned around and scolded Zhu Siying:
"Hongling is mine, and you will enter the palace with me tomorrow. You are here in the middle of the night, yelling and uttering evil words, bringing shame to Prince Yan's palace. What are you talking about? To Sister Hongling Apologize!"
Zhu Siying reluctantly bowed her head to Hongling and admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry."
Hong Ling then lay back on the bed with peace of mind.
Zhu Sijia opened the door gently and confirmed that Hongling's light snoring could be heard in the room again. She led Zhu Siying to slowly close the last window tightly:
"Siying, you did a good job."
…
At Mao hour the next day, a scream broke the early morning tranquility of Prince Yan's Mansion.
The sound came from Zhu Sijia's courtyard.
The entire group of people in Prince Yan's Mansion felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They all got up from the bed and ran into Zhu Sijia's courtyard to find out what was going on.
This little aunt is being favored now, so she must not let anything happen in Prince Yan's palace, otherwise if the person above blames them, they will die without a burial place!
But when they actually arrived at Zhu Sijia's room, everyone discovered that Zhu Sijia was holding Hongling in her arms and crying heartbrokenly.
Hong Ling's complexion was pale, white with a hint of purple, and her whole body was incredibly stiff.
Apparently he had been dead for a long time.
"It's all my fault... It's all my fault..." Zhu Sijia cried hard while holding Hong Ling's body, "It's all my fault that I forgot there was charcoal burning in the room last night."
Aunt Yun plucked up the courage and took the lead to pull Zhu Sijia out of the bed. She said nervously:
"She's just a maid. If she dies, she dies. Such an unlucky thing, beauty, don't hold her for too long, lest it damage your luck."
The others also comforted Zhu Sijia: "What Aunt Yun said is right. It is not suitable to stay here for too long. If you have anything to do, please come with me to the main hall, Zhu Sijia."
In the main hall.
Zhu Sijia sat on the main seat and cried and told what happened last night.
It turned out that there was charcoal burning in Zhu Sijia's room. When she went to Yu's courtyard last night, she closed the window out of fear that Hong Ling would be cold. Hong Ling inhaled too much of the poisonous gas, so it died.
Ms. Yu also arrived at this time. When she thought about the life lost in Zhu Sijia Courtyard, she felt full of regret:
"What happened last night was my fault. I ate too much pomegranate and vomited some red juice. This scared the kid Siying and thought I was sick, so I went to find the beauty..."
People in the main hall started discussing.
Prince Yan hammered the table heavily and scolded: "Enough! How can you be so dignified by chirping? Isn't she just a maid? Just bury her in a mass grave! Isn't it true that there are still a few maids missing in Prince Yan's palace who were brought into the palace as a dowry?"
This made Zhang Yin sense an opportunity, and she pretended to be reasonable: "In this case, I will immediately arrange for a few new maids to accompany Beauty Zhu into the palace."
Zhu Scarlett cried until she was almost exhausted. She said softly: "I appreciate my mother's kindness, but Hongling has been with me for many years, and I can't accept anyone else taking her place for a while. What's more, there are so many people in the palace serving me, This matter is settled.”
"How can this be done?" Zhu Siyi yawned, "If word of this beauty spreads out, are you not afraid that my cousin will punish us, Prince Yan, for mistreating the concubine?"
"No matter how nice the people in my cousin's palace are, can they be better than the people in the palace who know you well?"
