Rebirth 80 Medical God Big Brother Divorce

"Take her out and chop off her hands."

As soon as Hongguo entered the big tent, he heard a sharp and irritable voice.

"Princess, please spare my life."

A young palace maid was trembling all over and kowtowing repeatedly while lying on the ground.

"Palm mouth."

A sharp shout.

Two palace maids came up and slapped the little palace maid who was lying on the ground. She fell to the ground with blood in her mouth and her teeth broken.

"Damn you, have you forgotten the rules again?"

A middle-aged palace maid stepped forward and kicked the young palace maid.

"Listen to me, from now on, there will only be the Saint in this tent. Anyone who dares to mention those two words will be courting death."

The middle-aged maid swept her grim eyes over the maids in the tent, and they all quickly lay on the ground.

"Yes."

"Your Highness, Saint Lady Bai is here."

A trace of sadness flashed across Madam Qi's face. Alas, the princess' temper is getting worse and worse. And she is becoming more and more difficult to serve.

In this big tent, several people die every day.

The atmosphere in the big tent was particularly heavy. The maids lived their lives by watching the princess's face. What about the princess? Her mood depended on the state master's big tent. Every evening, if the state master's big tent summoned the princess to accompany him, the maids would breathe a sigh of relief. If no one came to summon her, the princess's face would be extremely gloomy. No matter how careful the maids were, there would always be someone who touched the princess's reverse scale and had their hands, feet, or heads chopped off.

The princess's tent had more and more rules. Even a senior nanny like her, as the princess's wet nurse, the closest person to the princess and the person who knew the princess best, could no longer understand the princess.

For example, the title is not allowed in the princess's tent. Princess Qi Jiang should be called Her Royal Highness the Saint. While the princess was madly slaughtering the people around her to vent her anger, she was showing more and more unscrupulous favor to the national teacher's tent.

"Sister, you are here."

Princess Qi Jiang, who was sitting on the couch, saw Hong Guo coming in. Her face, which had turned blue with anger, immediately turned into a look of joy.

"Sister, come and sit down."

After saying this, he turned around and said angrily,

"Hurry up and drag me out and chop off my hands. Remember, don't let your blood flow next to my tent, you dirty man."

"Your Highness the Saint—"

The little palace maid turned pale and trembled like a sieve. She crawled over like a dog and hugged Hongguo's legs.

"Please save my life."

In this environment of shortage of medical care and medicine, cutting off her hands would be like killing her directly.

"Sister, it's not worth getting angry at someone like this."

Hong Guo smiled and said to Qi Jiang,

"Today is a good day for the Imperial Master. Seeing blood is not good after all."

"Since my sister said so, please spare this bitch's life."

Princess Qi Jiang waved her hand.

"Drag her out and throw her in the back to be a laundry slave. Don't let me see her in the big tent again."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your mercy."

It was better to be a laundry slave, at least she could save her life, and she would no longer have to serve in the princess's tent, so she would not have to worry about being killed by the princess again one day. The little maid burst into tears, kowtowed to Hongguo, and was dragged out.

"This tastes really——"

Hongguo covered her nose, smiled and waved her hands.

"Are they all dead? Hurry up."

Princess Qi Jiang glared at the middle-aged palace maid impatiently.

"Someone, serve the fragrant tea."

Madam Qi asked someone to serve Hongguo and the master with scented tea, while she directed the maid to use a wet rag to clean the place where the little maid had just knelt. Madam Palace Official quickly directed the maid to burn incense in the tent.