The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Zhou Ruo was happy, but Lin Qingqing was not happy.

She had a dark face when she came out of the Queen Mother's place. When she entered her room, she immediately couldn't hold herself any longer. Her temper, which she had been holding back for so long, suddenly exploded and she started smashing things in the room.

The person serving her turned pale in an instant and trembled reflexively.

Her dowry maid quickly cleared out all the others, leaving only her confidants. She skillfully found a place to kneel down, burying her head on the ground without raising her head, neither looking, nor speaking.

The room was crackling and moving, and it took a while for it to quiet down.

At this time, the hearts of all the palace maids were hanging, as if there was a knife hanging above their heads, and they didn't know when it would fall.

Finally, footsteps sounded slowly, and Lin Qingqing walked out after finishing smashing things.

Next, the room was quiet, except for the occasional uncontrollable hum from some people.

Half an hour later, the room became completely quiet.

Lin Qingqing sat on the chair as if nothing had happened, and said calmly: "Did anything happen in this room today?"

The people below said in unison: "Nothing happened."

"How did the things in the house break?" Lin Qingqing said slowly.

"The slaves were clumsy and accidentally fell." The person below continued.

Lin Qingqing hummed and glanced at the maids below: "The injuries on the body..."

"The slaves were not injured!"

Some palace maids stretched out their hands and pulled down their sleeves to cover their exposed wrists, hiding the bruises and bruises.

Lin Qingqing narrowed her eyes: "How come you weren't injured? I saw it all."

The palace maid's face was pale and she was trembling all over. She quickly reacted and said in a loud voice: "This slave accidentally dropped it while working before."

Lin Qingqing nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, be careful when working in the future. Don't let others see these wounds and think that I am mistreating you."

The palace maid lowered her head and said quickly: "Your Majesty treats your slaves very well and never mistreats them."

Lin Qingqing took a sip of tea and waved her hand: "Okay, let's all go down and receive the reward."

The palace ladies all walked out with their heads lowered as if they had been granted amnesty. They knew in their hearts that after going out today, they would receive a large reward, which would be more than their annual salary. However, they did not feel happy at all, they only felt heavy inside.

Lin Qingqing's personal maid did not leave, but got up to make tea for Lin Qingqing.

Lin Qingqing glanced at her bruised wrist, paused, and then looked away: "A few days ago, my mother sent a box of jewelry to the palace. I can't wear it. Go and have a look. If you like it, take some away. ”

The maid's name was Lian'er. When she heard Lin Qingqing's words, she was not surprised at all. She did not refuse and said softly: "I thank you, your Majesty."

Lin Qingqing hummed: "You and I grew up together, and our relationship is different from others."

Lian'er responded softly: "I understand."

Only then was Lin Qingqing satisfied, and then she started to lose her temper unscrupulously.

"What does that old immortal Queen Mother think of me? She wants to use me to carry the sedan chair for her precious grandson, but she doesn't even think about it. Is he worthy of the child born to that bitch Zhou Ruo?"

Lian'er's eyes flashed, and she silently poured another cup of tea for Lin Qingqing, and whispered: "Your Majesty, please don't get so angry."