Rebirth: The Two-Faced Cook Meets the Cold-Faced King Qin

The afterglow of the setting sun gently fell on the palace walls, illuminating the texture of the palace bricks clearly. Several talented women filed out and slowly walked back to their residences from the main hall. They seemed to have not yet completely calmed down from the tense atmosphere just now.

Han Xuening frowned and said thoughtfully: "Fortunately, Suning reacted quickly, otherwise..." Before she finished her words,

Liu Yiyi at the side sighed softly.

He took over the conversation: "She must have offended the Imperial Concubine. Otherwise, with so many people present, why would the Imperial Concubine make things difficult for her alone?

At this time, Shen Wan'er also spoke, with a hint of fear in her voice: "That's right, the situation just now almost implicated us and we were punished together. In this palace, every step is really thrilling, and we have to be careful everywhere. You never know when you will be implicated because of someone else's fault, and then you won't even know how you died."

Just as several people were discussing, Mo Qing'er's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of dissatisfaction and warning in her tone: "Stop talking behind her back. Su Ning is about the same age as us. How could she offend the powerful Concubine Yao? It is useless for us to speculate here, but it may cause unnecessary trouble." Although her face showed innocence and concern, there was a hint of complex emotions in her eyes!

After hearing what Mo Qing'er said, several talented ladies lowered their heads silently and stopped talking. They knew that in this deep palace, they had to be careful with their words and actions, and the slightest mistake could lead to a fatal disaster. So, they quickened their pace and walked towards their respective residences, but they all left deep thoughts about what happened today in their hearts.

Su Ning walked under the corridor of the palace, thinking: "In this palace, everyone is like a chess piece, being manipulated in a complex chess game of power. Gu Liu and Gu Peng grew up in this deep palace since they were young. I must have seen many concubines who were framed. I really sympathize with them. It is not easy for Gu Yuan to grow up to be so cheerful and smiling in such an environment. As for Gu Peng, I finally know why he is so quiet!"

Mo Qing'er in the corridor saw all this clearly. She knew that she was as small as dust in this huge palace. Mo Qing'er walked alone in the corridor, the breeze brushed across her face and blew her hair. She still had that innocent smile on her face, but a trace of ruthlessness and viciousness flashed in her eyes.

At the same time, Han Yancui followed Mo Qing'er silently, without saying a word. She knew her mission clearly, which was General Gu's trust, asking her to protect Su Ning while protecting herself.

After returning to her residence, Han Yancui immediately sent a pigeon letter to Gu Peng, reporting in detail everything that had happened in the palace. Her writing was concise and precise, and every word revealed her keen grasp of the situation.

Gu Peng, after receiving the pigeon, fell into deep thought. He sat in his study, frowning, thinking about how to deal with the ever-changing situation in the palace. He knew that he had to be fully prepared for Su Ning and Han Yancui. So, he wrote a quick reply to Han Yancui, asking her to be careful, protect Su Ning, and remind her to be careful of other forces in the palace.

After receiving the reply, Han Yancui became more determined. She knew that she had a heavy responsibility and could not slack off. Therefore, she observed every move in the palace more carefully and remained vigilant at all times. Her eyes became sharper, as if they could penetrate all hypocrisy and lies. At this time, Mo Qing'er seemed to be silently planning something!

The next morning, the sun shone softly in the palace courtyard. Several talented women were summoned to an elegant side hall, with respectful faces, ready to learn how to be a good companion.

The female official stood in front of them with dignity and explained the duties and qualities that a tutor should possess in a concise and clear manner: "A tutor must be humble and prudent. Not only must he accompany his master in reading, but he must also be able to read his master's expressions and share his worries. You must always remember your identity and duties."

The talented ladies listened carefully and silently memorized these key points in their hearts. They knew that these were the rules they had to abide by as companions and the foundation for their foothold in the palace. After the short study session, they all bowed to the female officials to express their gratitude.

The sun gradually rose higher, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the exquisite palace courtyard. The eunuch walked slowly into the courtyard on the fine gravel road. He was wearing a purple robe with a border, a pointed hat on his head, holding the yellow silk imperial edict in his hand, and his expression was solemn.

The eunuch looked around and saw green bamboos swaying in the courtyard, the fragrance of flowers in the air, and the palace maids all standing with their heads down, not daring to breathe. He cleared his throat and read aloud in a shrill voice: "In compliance with the will of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: A poetry contest will be held in the palace in three days, and talented men and beautiful women can all participate, to make friends through poetry and appreciate the beauty of nature. I decree--"

As the eunuch's voice fell, the courtyard fell into silence. The eunuch carefully rolled up the imperial edict and then respectfully returned to his original position. The palace maids began to whisper, with anticipation and excitement on their faces. This poetry competition will undoubtedly become a major event in the palace, and everyone is looking forward to the arrival of that moment.

Of course, none of the talented ladies in the courtyard can be missing, but Su Qianqian in the house is in a dilemma. She is good at practicing martial arts and wielding a sword, but she is really not capable of playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!

It just so happened that today was the day when Su Qianqian's demonic eyes would break out once every three months. At this time, Ye Hanxing and Ye Wuhen were recalled by the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty on urgent matters and were unable to enter the palace.

At this moment, Su Qianqian suddenly covered her eyes, feeling a sharp pain like a tide, drowning her reason bit by bit. There seemed to be flames dancing in her eyes, and they were frighteningly red. She tried her best to suppress the rage radiating from inside out, but she couldn't hide her body trembling and the panic in her heart.

She knew that she couldn't let anyone notice anything unusual. If someone saw her in this out-of-control state, the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, while being tortured by the demon pupil attack, Su Qianqian had to be careful around her to make sure no one approached.

She tried to walk towards the kitchen, and every step seemed extremely difficult. The violent heartbeat kept echoing in her ears, as if to destroy her will. The light in the kitchen was dim, but she could still feel the presence of the poultry, as if they were her only lifeline at the moment.

Su Qianqian's hand trembled as she reached out to a chicken. All she could see was the blood red, nothing else. She wanted to drink something, chicken blood or duck blood. However, at this moment, footsteps were heard outside. Her heart tightened, and she subconsciously let go of her hand and turned to hide in a corner of the kitchen.

She pressed herself against the wall, trying to minimize her presence. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if every step was stepping on her heart. Her breathing almost stagnated, for fear that someone would discover her abnormality. Fortunately, the footsteps eventually faded away, and she breathed a sigh of relief, but the tension in her heart did not diminish at all. She lay trembling in that corner. In that dim corner, Su Qianqian curled up in pain, as if she was experiencing an unspeakable torture. Her eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes, but they never fell, as if she was trying her best to endure the pain in her heart. Her limbs kept shaking, as if she would fall down at any time because she could not support the weight of her body.

Every heartbeat was like a heavy hammer hitting her chest, causing her to feel a splitting headache. She hugged herself tightly, trying to find a little comfort, but the power in her heart was like a ferocious beast, constantly tearing at her heart and making it impossible for her to escape.

Her breathing became rapid and heavy, as if every breath was filled with endless pain. She felt as if her body was tightly bound by an invisible force, making her unable to move or shout, and could only silently endure this unspeakable pain.

Everything around her became blurry and distant, leaving Su Qianqian alone in the corner, trembling and struggling, fighting a desperate battle with the power in her heart. Her pain seemed to have surpassed the limits of her body and touched the most vulnerable part of her soul.

The night sky of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty was dotted with stars, but Ye Hanxing's mood was as if covered by dark clouds. He was thousands of miles away, but he could feel every bit of Su Qianqian's pain, as if the pain also penetrated his soul. Self-blame surged like a tide, and he hated himself for not being able to be with her at this moment and share her pain.

Ye Hanxing recalled the scene before he left. He deliberately found Gu Peng. He knew Gu Peng very well and knew that he was the only one who would not hurt Su Qianqian and could stand up at the critical moment. Therefore, he hoped that he could protect Su Qianqian when necessary.

At this moment, Su Qianqian in the corner was as pale as paper, and her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks. Just when she was about to faint from the pain, a black figure appeared beside her like a ghost. The man picked her up quickly and gently, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Although Ye Hanxing was far away in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, his heart was always concerned about Su Qianqian. He knew that as long as Gu Peng took action, Su Qianqian would be able to escape from danger. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Su Qianqian could survive this and wait for him. He would soon appear by her side in another identity!