Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"who!"

The virtuous concubine, who had already rested, suddenly felt the danger approaching and quickly opened her eyes.

The candle beside the bed also lit up.

Concubine Xian looked around vigilantly and didn't see anyone, but the uneasy feeling in her heart remained.

Suddenly, a figure approached very quickly. Concubine Xian felt as if a big hand was strangling her neck and she was quickly rushed onto the pillar.

Even so, when the feeling of suffocation came over her, Concubine Xian's expression was full of her usual calmness and dignity.

"presumptuous!"

Suddenly, the hand slowly loosened.

The virtuous concubine collapsed to the ground as if exhausted, rubbed her red neck with her hands, and coughed continuously.

After a while, she narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in front of her - the person who had just hurt her.

He was dressed in a dark suit with a black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle. At this moment, he was emitting a cold chill. The dagger in his hand was flashing a cold light under the candlelight, pointing straight at her throat.

It was Ji Qingchen who sneaked into Yonghe Palace to settle accounts with Concubine Xian.

The virtuous concubine was forced to the pillar again, this time it was not a hand that hit her, but a dagger. She could even feel the tip of the knife moving on her neck.

Xianfei's heart tightened, she closed her eyes, and then regained her aura as the master of the palace:

"Who are you? How dare you break into my bedroom without permission!"

Ji Qingchen snorted coldly, his voice was low and cold, like the frosty wind in the cold night:

"My Lady, I advise you not to ask too many questions and just cooperate. Otherwise, this dagger will have no eyes."

After saying that, he moved the dagger in his hand forward a few more inches, and the sharp blade almost touched the virtuous concubine's snow-white neck, and a trace of bright red blood slowly seeped out.

The virtuous concubine's pupils suddenly shrank, and the calmness on her face instantly faded, replaced by deep fear.

Her breathing became rapid and her chest heaved violently. She wanted to call for help, but was frightened by Ji Qingchen's murderous eyes and swallowed the words back.

Her hands subconsciously clutched her clothes, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her body trembled slightly. Her former dignity and pride disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"What exactly do you want to do?" asked the virtuous concubine in a trembling voice, her voice full of fear and helplessness.

Ji Qingchen approached her and said in a low voice, "My queen, I hope you take care of yourself, knowing who should be touched and who should not be touched. Otherwise, this will be your fate."

After saying that, he swung his dagger, cut off a bunch of Concubine Xian's hair and stuck it straight into the door.

Xian Fei only felt a gust of wind, then followed the trajectory of the dagger with wide eyes, then turned to Ji Qingchen and nodded quickly, her eyes full of pleading:

"This palace... This palace understands. I will definitely cooperate. Please don't hurt me."

Anyone facing the threat of death will have a certain degree of fear. It just depends on how the person looks at it.

At this moment, she no longer had any of the power she had in the past to call the shots in the palace. She was just a weak woman shrouded in fear.

Seeing her like this, Ji Qingchen nodded with satisfaction, put away the dagger, turned around, and disappeared into the night like a ghost.

The broken hair that was being stared at immediately fell to the ground without the dagger.

At this time, Concubine Xian had her hair disheveled and was sweating profusely. Looking at the broken hair on the ground, her eyes were filled with shock, fear and anger.

Her expression changed as she thought about Ji Qingchen's words.

Today she just touched that little eunuch...

Could it be... When she thought of this, Concubine Xian wanted to laugh.

However, the palace was heavily guarded, and the thief was able to break in as if he were alone and even threatened her. The fear in Concubine Xian's heart gradually faded away, and anger surged up.

"They are all a bunch of trash!" Since someone was able to break in, the people in her palace were either killed, knocked unconscious, or sent away.

The expression on Concubine Xian's face was flickering, and she quickly called for help.

Suddenly, Yonghe Palace was in chaos, and Concubine Xian remembered the humiliation of the night in her heart. She began to investigate secretly and hated Nan Xiang even more.

Ji Qingchen didn't know what Concubine Xian was thinking, nor did he care.

If it weren't for his later plans, he wouldn't have kept Concubine Xian.

He returned to Fengyi Palace in a very secretive manner and changed back into the queen's attire without anyone noticing.

As soon as I pushed open the door of the bedroom, I saw Sun Fuyu coming towards me with a panicked look on his face.

"Empress, it's bad. Xiao Nanzi has a fever and is unconscious!" Sun Fuyu said anxiously.

When Ji Qingchen heard this, his heart suddenly tightened. He casually put on his coat and hurried towards Nan Xiang's room.

When I opened the door, I saw Nan Xiang's face was flushed, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he uttered painful mutters from time to time.

Ji Qingchen walked quickly to the bedside, reached out and touched her forehead. The scorching temperature made his heart tighten.

"Quick, go get the imperial physician!" Ji Qingchen turned and shouted to Sun Fuyu, his voice filled with a hint of panic he had never heard before.

After a while, the imperial physician rushed over and gave Nan Xiang a thorough examination.

"Your Majesty, Xiao Nanzi caught a cold, and coupled with the depression in her heart, she has a high fever. I will prescribe some medicine for her. If she takes it on time, she should get better soon." said the imperial physician.

Ji Qingchen nodded, and after sending the imperial physician away, he sat beside the bed, holding Nan Xiang's hand tightly, his eyes full of worry and concern.

"Nan Xiang, you must get better soon." Ji Qingchen whispered softly, with a hint of tenderness and doting in his voice.

Nan Xiang was in a coma and returned to the day eight years ago.

"Dad! Mom! No!"

"No! Grandfather, brother! Wuuuuuu..."

I haven't dreamed of this for a long time. Somehow, Nan Xiang dreamed of what happened eight years ago.

Some nostalgia and some pain.

It was a nightmare she would never forget in her life.

That day, the sun was shining brightly and the house was filled with laughter.

At my grandfather's birthday party, the room was packed with guests, and everyone was enjoying this rare happy moment.

Nan Xiang was wearing a pink silk dress. She was less than five years old and looked like a doll in a New Year picture. She was loved and pampered, carefree, and like a happy little bird, she shuttled among the crowd.

Her face was filled with a happy smile and her eyes were shining brightly.

Amid the singing and feasting, night gradually fell, and a group of men in black suddenly broke in like ghosts, shattering all the beauty.

They held sharp knives and killed anyone they saw.

Screams, cries, and the sound of weapons colliding instantly filled the entire Su family. After the killing, it was not enough, a fire burned the entire Su family.

At that time, Nan Xiang was hidden in the closet by her mother, together with her ten-year-old brother.

She watched with her own eyes as her gentle mother was pierced by a sword and fell in a pool of blood. The candlesticks fell over and soon the house was on fire.

The man in black saw this and for some reason, perhaps because he didn't find anything, he quickly went somewhere else. Her brother immediately took her out of the closet and ran outside.

The road was littered with corpses. Nan Xiang looked at everything in horror. Her mind went blank, her legs went weak, and she could barely stand.

"Dad! Mom!" Nan Xiang cried out heartbreakingly, wanting to run over, but she couldn't move. She could only watch from a third-person perspective as her young daughter was dragged away by her brother, her face filled with grief.

She watched her little self and her brother come out, and the man in black disappeared. The entire Su Mansion was engulfed in fire, and it was difficult for the two children to collect the bodies of their family members.

Flames engulfed the Su Mansion. The thirteen-year-old Nan Xiang wanted to give some strength to the five-year-old Nan Xiang, even if it was to collect the bodies of her relatives in a dream, but she could not move at all.

I haven't felt the suffocating feeling of powerlessness for a long time.

It's like a hand is desperately grabbing your throat and squeezing it, making it difficult for you to breathe, suffocating, and making you dizzy.

Nothing can be done.

"Grandfather, brother!" Nan Xiang cried out again. Her body was shaking violently on the bed, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead.

Nan Xiang opened her eyes, her eyes were red, and she looked down at Ji Qingchen who was guarding the bed.