On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, Ruan Qianqian was slapped down on the corridor by the aunt in charge.
The crime was breaking a blue and white porcelain vase. He was punished by kneeling for three days and deducted three months of silver.
This is just the beginning.
Punished to kneel, detained, imprisoned, and fasted.
Aunt Fang tried her best to torture her to death. The life of a palace maid is lighter than a porcelain vase in this deep palace.
Ruan Qianqian didn't cry, make trouble, or beg for mercy.
She asked her good sisters to go to Tai Hospital to ask for a pill. After taking it, my face became ulcerated, and I lost my breath after three days.
Before he died, he left a letter in blood.
On the day Aunt Fang was killed with a stick, Ruan Qianqian was lying in a pile of old clothes in the back room, having just woken up from suspended animation. Moonlight filtered in through the crack in the door. She touched her pitted face and the first thing she asked was: "Is Aunt Fang dead?"
Dead.
But she knew that this was only the first level.
Someone was watching her in the dark. A palace maid named Hongyu watched her godmother being beaten to death without saying a word. The Queen sent someone to investigate and settled the case lightly with "suicide". And the emperor, the young emperor who glanced at her from a distance in the rain, remembered the way her back was straight.
Ruan Qianqian didn't know how many years it would take to go from the palace maid to the master of the Sixth Palace, and how many people she would have to step on.
All she knew was that the next time she knelt down, her knees would no longer hurt.
Because she won't kneel again.
