Only seven days left to live? She goes crazy and kills

Mo Lin turned around and walked out of the room, and saw Xie Yunjian coming towards him.

The two nodded and Mo Lin left.

Xie Yunjian stepped into the door and calmly saluted Yan Donghuang: "Your Highness, there is news from the dungeon that Sheng Jing'an is clamoring to see Your Highness, and Shen Yun also keeps saying that he has a solution in his hand. Medicine, I need to deliver the antidote to His Highness.”

Yan Donghuang didn't know what he thought of, and said in a deep voice: "The two of them were injured. Someone in the house who is good at treating injuries will apply some medicine to Sheng Jing'an, and leave some medicine for Sheng Jing'an, so that he can also treat Shen Yun's injury. "

Xie Yunjian's expression paused slightly, and he frowned and said: "Let them fend for themselves, what are you going to waste that money on?"

Yan Donghuang said in a cold voice: "Since we have brought people to the house, we naturally want them to live a few more days."

Since Sheng Jing'an did not hesitate to poison her and wanted to make Shen Yun an equal wife, then she would take a good look at how they fell in love and how long they could stay in love.

She also wanted to let Sheng Jing'an know that all the glory and wealth of the Duke's mansion was destroyed by his own hands. On the day when his soul enters the underworld, she wonders whether he will have the nerve to meet the ancestors of the Sheng family.

Xie Yunjian nodded: "Yes."

"Let the second wife and third wife of the Sheng family go," Yan Donghuang ordered. "Everyone is responsible for what they do. There is no need to implicate innocent people."

"yes."

…

Feng Yaoguang quickly left and returned, and ordered the kitchen to prepare a table of delicious dishes, all of which were Yan Donghuang's favorite.

"It's a good harvest today. The military camp will improve the food tomorrow. Your Highness's place should improve it even more." Feng Yaoguang greeted several maids to put the meals on the table, then took off their weapons and walked to Yan Donghuang, "I will follow you tonight. Let’s have dinner together, Your Highness.”

Yan Donghuang looked at him expressionlessly: "When did you become the master of this palace?"

"Starting today." Feng Yaoguang said in a domineering tone, "His Highness is exhausted both physically and mentally. It is only right that I do something for His Highness."

Yan Donghuang: "..." It's strange to ignore the important things.

"Why did Your Highness bring the dying bastard of the Chu family into the house?" Feng Yaoguang said in a sour tone, "He has no strength to tie a chicken, and he will fall down when the wind blows. I don't know what role he can play in such a lowly position."

Yan Donghuang stood up and walked to the table: "He may not be of much use, but if an innocent person has been in despair for a long time, we must give him a little hope."

Feng Yaoguang pursed her lips: "He is from the Chu family."

Yan Donghuang glanced at him: "What do you want to say?"

"just in case……"

Yan Donghuang frowned, his eyes showing deep thought: "A person who has never even seen the outside scenery, why are you worried about him?"

Feng Yaoguang was silent.

Doesn't he have a sense of crisis?

Although the man was frail and skinny, he had not seen the light of day for many years, and his skin was as pale as a transparent person, and he could still see some of his stunning appearance.

He really couldn't imagine how he would look like a prosperous person when his body slowly recovered.

Chu Shangshu just has an ordinary appearance, and Aunt Chen doesn't look as beautiful as a fairy. How could she give birth to such a beautiful son?

Feng Yaoguang walked to the opposite side of Yan Donghuang and sat down elegantly: "After I sent Princess Fengyang back with my humble post, Marquis Pingyang looked very ugly, especially after he learned that Princess Fengyang failed to save the Chu family. It was so gloomy that it felt like it was going to rain. His mother even asked Princess Fengyang on the spot, with her attitude and attitude, how could she ever take the royal princess seriously? "

Yan Donghuang said: "I have asked Si Ying to keep an eye on it."

After saying this, she didn't seem to want to say anything more and just lowered her head to eat quietly.

Feng Yaoguang didn't say anything anymore.

After the dinner was over, Yan Donghuang ordered two plates of light food, got up and walked out.

Feng Yaoguang followed closely.

A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes fell on her back, their eyes were as deep as a pool, and she hesitated to speak several times.

Arriving at the small courtyard where Mingzhu was placed, Yan Donghuang pushed the door open and looked at the young man huddled in front of the window. His black hair had been carefully taken care of, and his servants had also helped him bathe and change clothes.

Wearing a large robe, he was so thin that almost no flesh could be seen.

The sound of Yan Donghuang pushing the door startled him. He raised his head and looked at her in panic, his eyes frightened and uneasy.

The moment he saw Yan Donghuang, he seemed to be relieved, his body relaxed visibly, and he stood up and knelt consciously, but did not speak.

He knew Yan Donghuang's identity.

But no one taught him how to pay homage to the eldest princess.

He only knew that kneeling was more humble than sitting or standing.

"From now on, your name will not be Mingzhu. I will give you a new name, a new name." Yan Donghuang said in a calm tone, "You will be reborn and have a new look."

The young man kneeling on the ground lowered his eyes: "Thank you, princess."

"Stretch out your hand." Yan Donghuang took out the key, "I will help you unlock the chain."

Zhonghuan stretched out his hands tremblingly, an uneasy light gradually appeared in his eyes.

Yan Donghuang observed his wrist. He had worn the chain for a long time, and the wrist had been worn out. The chain was embedded in the flesh, almost growing together with the flesh.

Yan Donghuang opened the chains expressionlessly, Zhong Huan trembled in pain, but gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He had become accustomed to pain over the years.

The blood-stained chains fell off from his wrists. Zhonghuan stared at his miserable wrists as if he was absent-minded, looking at every inch of his skin very carefully.

"Put some medicine on the wound on your wrist." Yan Donghuang turned around and ordered, "Send two people over and take good care of him three times a day. There is no shortage of food in the eldest princess's mansion."

Changyue nodded: "Yes."

Chonghuan looked up in astonishment: "Why is the princess so nice to me?"

Yan Donghuang was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "I am used to the cold-blooded killing on the battlefield, and I just feel a little pity occasionally. You don't need to think too much."

After saying this, she turned and left.

Feng Yaoguang followed her silently, and suddenly thought, did His Highness see himself in Chonghuan?

Yan Donghuang was a princess, but she was also helpless and bullied.

Whether it was the imperial family or the mansion of the powerful, there was never a lack of flattery and trampling on the weak, and no shortage of dirty secrets.

The emperor had three palaces and six courtyards, and the powerful had three wives and four concubines.

They gave birth to so many children, but they did not protect every child.

The wife had absolute authority and dominated the fate of others. The legitimate sons and daughters were born noble, and they could suppress, humiliate and torture the illegitimate sons and daughters at will.

This is a deformed and cruel system.

Concubines are lowly, but many people are not willing to be concubines, just like the imperial power cannot be disobeyed, and the palace maids are also forced to accept the emperor's favor. How can women of low status have the power to say no?

Not everyone wants to climb up, but the absolute authority of men makes people unable to resist.

Yan Donghuang was born in the palace and was a princess. She has been tortured for so many years. Who knows what kind of life the concubines, concubines, sons and daughters of bastards who have no say in the houses of some powerful people live?