All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

"My concubine understands."

Shi Yi saluted and exited the bedroom, Ji Qifang raised her covered eyes and walked quickly.

"The princess died in a terrible way."

"Yeah, the face was ruined beyond recognition. Do you think the princess committed suicide? Or..."

The maid twitched while wiping her tears, and asked the maid next to her, somewhat suspicious in her heart, that this kind of thing happened after Mrs. Ji dismissed them and left, don't blame them for thinking too much, not to mention that the princess always loves beauty, even if she really hanged herself , How could it be unnecessary to ruin his face?

"Stop talking nonsense, and be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth."

Ji Qifang just stepped into the threshold when she heard such a sentence, she curled her lips into a smile, and said, "What a misfortune came out of my mouth, and she is also a clever girl, what's her name?"

Yingying bowed, and the servant girl of the Clever Palace had already saluted Ji Qifang first, with her face lowered, she replied in a submissive voice, "Slave maid Lan Xin."

"Hui Zhi Lan Xin, it really is a good name, and I will stay with me from now on."

"Your servant obeys, thank you for your appreciation." Lan Xin hastily knelt down, with a slight smile in her downcast eyes.

"To be the person next to me, you must be loyal. Forget about your useless master before." Ji Qifang glanced at her as she spoke to give her a warning, but this girl didn't dare to be unfaithful to her. In King Jin Palace, who dares to fight against her, Su Manqing's end is to make an example of others, to see who dares to fight her in vain.

Ji Qifang approached, looked at Su Manqing who was lying in the coffin with disgust, and sneered lightly at the corner of his mouth, but a dim light slowly gathered in his eyes, his pupils constricted, and his emotions began to fluctuate violently.

This bloody face was extremely dazzling, and reminded her of Fu Wan'er's disgusting, rotten face many years ago.

Feeling sick, Ji Qifang hurriedly turned around and ran outside, leaning on the pillar and retching, as if she was stimulated by something, her scalp was numb, and her whole body was filled with a chilly air.

"My lady, what's the matter with you?" The other maids didn't dare to step forward, only Lan Xin lowered her head and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing." Wiping the corner of her mouth, Ji Qifang glanced at the obedient Lan Xin in front of her, "Come and support me."

"Yes." Lan Xin stepped forward to support Ji Qifang's left hand.

As soon as she returned to her own palace, Ji Qifang dismissed the maids and left her room. As expected, the Thousand Faced Poison Maiden appeared behind her like a ghost, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, without sound.

"It seems that I should congratulate you very much. Once Su Manqing dies, the position of concubine will be yours."

"Her death has nothing to do with you?" Ji Qifang was taken aback, feeling more and more unusual.

"You don't need to show such an expression, I checked Su Manqing's body, she did commit suicide, it has nothing to do with anyone else." Qianmian Duan Niang said with a sneer, squinting at Ji Qifang.

"Then her face..."

"She also drew her own face!" She didn't have a deep hatred with Su Manqing, and she didn't even bother to do such small things.

Ji Qifang frowned when she heard this, and said in a puzzled voice: "This Su Manqing will trouble me even if he dies, thinking that making death so mysterious can scare me!" She almost caught her.

"Oh, Mrs. Ji also believes in such ghosts and gods? She is afraid of ghosts taking her life. If such a thing really happened, you and I would have died [-] times already!" But now I know I'm afraid.