On the day of the granted marriage, the daughter of a general wept and was reborn!

Shen Ying lowered her eyes and spoke in an extremely cold voice.

The imperial guards received the order and immediately stepped forward.

In just a moment, the two doors collapsed to the ground.

The butler hurried over, but stood there in a daze. The imperial guards rushed forward and immediately captured the butler.

Shen Ying was surrounded by the crowd and came forward. She lowered her eyes to glance at the housekeeper who was forced to drink the molten iron that day, and then snorted coldly: "I didn't expect that you would survive. Just regard it as the blessing of the Bodhisattva. Anyway, you are already mute and can't achieve anything."

The butler whimpered and struggled in his hands.

Shen Ying stepped forward and glanced around: "Go, find my good sister for me."

"Yes!"

Several strong imperial guards spoke and then walked towards the inner courtyard.

There were clanging sounds coming from the yard, but Shen Ying was sitting there leisurely drinking tea, looking at the cup held by the palace maid beside her from time to time, with a satisfied smile on her lips.

After a long time, the imperial guards came hurriedly to report: "Madam, we have searched the entire house, but there is no trace of the eldest lady."

After the words fell, Shen Ying slammed the teacup in her hand on the table, and her cold eyes fell on the housekeeper beside her: "Where is that bitch Shen Wantang!"

The butler wanted to gesture with his hands, but the imperial guards beside him restrained him and he could not complete the gesture.

Seeing this, Shen Ying threw a look and the imperial guards let go of their hands.

The butler gestured hard, but no one could understand.

"Go find some paper and pen." Shen Ying didn't have time to look at his scribbles, so she spoke in a cold voice.

Just as the servant turned around and was about to leave, a sound was heard outside the door.

"Who is it that trespasses into my Shen Mansion?" Qing'e shouted harshly.

Everyone's eyes fell on the door not far away -

Qing'e raised her head, her face full of displeasure, and her voice became louder and louder: "Although my Shen family has fallen, this house is still a gift from the emperor after all, how can you touch it!"

Shen Wantang, who was standing beside him, was hunched over, looking sick, and coughing from time to time.

After the words fell, Shen Ying raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly: "If others can't move, then I can't move too?"

"Look at our Concubine Ying, why don't you kneel down!" The palace maid beside her came forward and sneered.

The two of them came forward slowly, and Qing'e helped Shen Wantang kneel down.

Shen Wantang looked sick and his expression was unrecognizable, but Qing'e's face was full of unconvinced. Although she acted respectfully, there was still a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.

"What? Are you not convinced?" Shen Ying saw through it at a glance, walked up slowly and asked in a cold voice.

Qing'e raised a mocking smile and said, "How dare I not accept it? The former Second Miss is now the most popular Concubine Ying in the palace. I am so happy!"

Shen Ying was too lazy to say anything to this girl. She turned around and her eyes fell on Shen Wantang who was standing aside.

"Sister, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why do you look so haggard?" Shen Ying leaned down and stretched out her hand.

Just as Shen Wantang was about to put his hand up, Shen Ying took it back with a mocking look on her face: "You used to look down on me the most, and now you are worthy of holding my hand?"

Shen Wantang missed his move and fell to the ground, with blood spurting out of his mouth, staining Shen Ying's clothes.

"My sister is not feeling well. Today, I specially brought some tonic from the palace. It is top-quality stuff." Shen Ying raised her eyebrows and signaled her men to bring the things.

The palace maid brought the things up, squatted down, and pinched Shen Wantang's face without saying anything.

"Miss Shen, this is something our queen specially asked for from the emperor. Please drink it and cherish it. If you spill even a drop, it would be disrespectful to the emperor."

The palace maid snorted coldly, then put the cup in her hand to Shen Wantang's mouth. Even though Shen Wantang wanted to struggle, it was of no avail and she gulped down a lot of it.

After finishing the drink in the cup, the maid let go.

Shen Ying looked at Shen Wantang in front of her with satisfaction, and a sense of pride rose in her heart: "To be honest, you are lucky. My mother gave you the medicine before, but you were safe and sound. But now with this bowl of Soul Devouring Powder, you can't live even if you want to."

Qing'e broke free from the imperial guards and rushed forward: "Second Miss, how can you be so cruel!"

Snapped!

A loud slap landed on Qing'e's face, and her cheeks immediately became red and swollen.

"Remember! The one in front of you right now is not some Second Young Miss, this is Concubine Ying from the palace!"

The palace maid beside her rushed forward.

Shen Ying glanced at him coldly, then turned and left: "This is such a good medicine, give this slave a bowl as well."

He turned around, said a few words, and left the Shen Mansion.

At that time, a shrill cry was heard from the Shen Mansion. After everyone left, the cry from the Shen Mansion stopped abruptly.

In the huge courtyard, there were only two women lying on the ground.

At that time, the housekeeper hurriedly ran forward and placed his trembling hands in front of Shen Wantang and Qing'e's noses - they were already dead.

He raised his head to the sky in pain, and a muffled sound came from his chest - ah!

As the sky gradually darkened, Shen Ying also returned to the palace. This time, besides looking for Shen Wantang, she had another thing to do.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to use this thing?" The palace maid beside her frowned, feeling uneasy.

Shen Ying snatched the incense block away: "Stop procrastinating."

After putting the things away, Shen Ying came to the bronze mirror and looked at her new clothes. Her fair skin was faintly visible under the gauze.

"The emperor will definitely come to my room tonight." Looking at herself beautifully dressed in the bronze mirror, Shen Ying smiled shyly.

"Now, I have to thank my good sister for helping me get rid of the Imperial Concubine and the Concubine Shu. Once these two people are dead, there will be no one in the harem who will oppose me. The Queen is just a decoration. One day, I will pull her down from the Queen's position!"

Shen Ying looked at her makeup with satisfaction, muttering to herself.

A voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness."

She hurriedly climbed onto the bed, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Ji Xunchuan walked forward and pulled open the gauze curtain beside the bed, revealing a fair-skinned beauty lying on the couch.

Shen Ying slowly raised her eyes, her eyes were charming, and even her voice was much more delicate: "Your Majesty, you are finally here~"

Ji Xunchuan didn't have time to play these fun games with her, so he just lay down on the couch and slowly closed his eyes.

Shen Ying put her hands on him and was about to undress him: "Your Majesty, I will wait for you to rest, okay?"

But as soon as he put his hand on it, Ji Xunchuan grabbed it firmly: "Don't waste your energy, you are not her."

The smile on Shen Ying's face disappeared immediately: "The person that the emperor has been thinking about is dead today!"