Ye Luning has been a concubine of a great merchant for seven years.
The King of Shang pampered her beyond measure. He rewarded her with three cities with just a casual word, but she wanted to kill three tribes with just a word.
——Until Marquis Dingyuan raised his troops to break through the city, the tyrant who held her dear to his heart every day turned his hand and put the word "witch concubine" on her head and pushed her out to block the knife.
She rescued her life from the river and was taken home by a down-and-out scholar.
I thought that the rest of my life would be spent pounding medicine, drying plum blossoms, and making coarse thorn hairpins.
Unexpectedly, the scholar sent her to the Jingzhao Mansion with all kinds of ties for fame and wealth.
——Given to the new emperor Wu Yanjun.
"The next edict is to blame oneself." He didn't even raise his eyes, "tell the world that you are a demon concubine, and the chaos in the previous dynasty started because of you."
Ye Lu Ning knelt on the ground and smiled coldly.
——Okay, very good.
He came to sit on this dragon chair, he came to have this world, why should she bear the sins alone?
The next day, she transformed into the maid of the Wenhua Palace, grinding ink, pouring tea, and holding lamps for the new emperor every day.
Hidden in his sleeve is a small packet of crane crown red.
She thought, as long as he drinks the cup of tea she handed him——
Even if she died, she would drag the new emperor to hell with her.
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But there seems to be something wrong with this new emperor.
She knocked over Mo Yan, and he said, "Go get a new set."
She accidentally broke his beloved porcelain cup, and he said, "I'm tired of seeing it a long time ago."
The beloved concubine slapped her in the face in public, and he demoted the beloved concubine to the cold palace.
Ye Luning knelt in front of the bed in Zhanghuatai where she had slept for seven years, and slowly thought hard.
She thought: What is this person planning?
——She doesn't know.
Intention: growth