When entering this Gong Dou Wen, Jiang Li was in a sweet dream on Paris Island.
The reason was that she spilled tea on the imperial concubine's nails three days ago - no, to be precise, it was the original owner's stupidity, and she was just unlucky enough to come through and bear the consequences. The imperial concubine smiled ferociously and wanted to show her off. The concubines in the palace waited with bated breath to see how the new arrival would cry for father and mother.
Jiang Li didn't cry or shout.
She glanced at the board that was said to be able to break a person's buttocks, then at the imperial concubine's carefully drawn eyebrows, then picked up her skirt and lay down on the spot.
"I plead guilty. I deserve to die. I will get out of Yangxin Hall right now."
The whole place was dead silent. Even the board in Mammy's hand was hanging in the air and shaking.
In this way, Jiang Li became the first promise to be directly thrown into the cold palace since the founding of the Ye Dynasty. The lady next to her wore a book to change her fate, while she wore a book to lie down and wait for death. The girl next to her was fighting for favor to survive, but she was showing off because - come on, the original owner's family was the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, and her father tried different ways to stuff money into the palace every month, so she treated it like a vacation at the royal sanatorium. What was the reason for fighting over her?
The conditions in Leng Palace are indeed poor, but Jiang Li is rich. The concubine next door hangs out with her every day, and she manages the whole cold palace in a splendid way. Those who don't know it think that some wealthy businessman's wife has a farmhouse in the palace.
