Back In Time (The Reincarnation of the Cruel Concubine)

Grieved

The peaceful palace is now in mourning, greeted with snow falling slowly again. Even a cold breeze came bringing endless sadness and grief. Cloudy in the sky at that time, further adding to the gloomy mood of mourning.

Wu Li Mei looked chaotic, her eyes were puffy and faint black-colored circles formed on her eyelids. The woman was wearing a white hanfu without any ornaments and a simple konde puncture, matching the hanfu colors of all the imperial members, the maids and warriors. The funeral for the little princess will be held this morning, under a snow-capped hull. I don't know what it will be like, pity Zhou Xie Ling if you have to be cold.

After a full night of crying over the little princess, Wu Li Mei finally gave up Xiao Ling's body for burial. It was next to the late empress' son, Yang Jia Li.

"Mom, are you okay?" zhou Fang Yin asked, the princess stood up while embracing the frail body of the mother.

Wu Li Mei nodded softly, "Yes."

"If you feel unwell, we can go back" Zhou Ming Hao said.

"It's okay, really, mom's fine."

The funeral ceremony began, the body of the princess was given very beautiful makeup and put into a wooden crate with very beautiful flower carvings.

Wu Li Mei looked up as the snow was falling more and more, the warm clothes that wrapped around her body were unable to withstand the cold that was mixed with the roar. "Why did the snow fall on the day of my daughter's funeral?" wu Li Mei's.

"That's because the princess would love to see sajlu."

Wu Li Mei turned his head, ignoring the ceremony that was going on with wisdom. The concubine looked at the old woman beside Zhou Ming Hao who was jumbled, between sad and happy.

She is Dayang Hong, an old lady who devoted her life to the Ming Dynasty and was Zhou Xie Ling's nanny since infancy. Dayang Hong was even like a connecting mother to the little princess, no wonder the lady always had the best place in Xie Ling's heart beyond Wu Li Mei.

"Darang Hong." said Wu Li Mei Pilu, the great concubine was unable to stem her tears anymore. He sobbed as he looked towards Dayang Hong.

"Sorry, Your Honor. I'm late to come." said the lady. "The princess left because of my negligence."

Dayang Hong could no longer bear the sadness of seeing Xie Ling buried by the soldiers. Soon, the little princess will be immortal in the prosperous fertile land of the Ming Dynasty. Thankfully, the princess no longer felt pain in her body, no longer coughed blood, and no longer drank bitter herbs with a pungent smell. But, the expensive price to pay for that convenience was his own life.

The funeral ceremony was short because the snow began to fall, one by one the members of the empire left the burial area. Starting from Emperor Zhou, the man could not linger seeing many people seem to be hit by the death of the princess. He was sad and felt failed to protect his daughter, but somehow he tried his best.

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The woman smiled brightly inhaling the scents of jasmine that burst out in the room where she was standing, she circled around her room happily. Like this was supposed to be the palace woman, in the luxurious and magnificent pavilion. Not in a cold, dirty prison.

Yang Jia Li opened the curtains of his room, he laid himself on his soft bed. After almost a week he was in prison in the prosecutor's department. Yang Jian Zhu did not even give him a decent place, you man! The queen should teach him a lesson soon.

"You happy?"

Yang Jia Li flinched, he immediately got up and looked for the source of the voice. "Who's there?" tanyakanya.

Someone emerged from behind the room's dividing curtain, a woman with white hanfu similar to her. Those puffy eyes looked at him sharply and coldly, like a sword that was wielding right at his bead. Had it been real, it would have been Yang Jia Li already injured this time.

Yang Jia Li sat down, "It's so presumptuous! A concubine dared to infiltrate the queen's pavilion without permission."

"Do I have to call the bodyguards to get you kicked out of here?"

"Are you sure you can kick me out?" wu Li Mei asked, she grinned as she stepped closer to the empress.

His eyebrows shot up next to him, "After everything you did, are you sure you can get rid of me?"

"Why not?!"

"Of course not."

Wu Li Mei cross-sealed lifting her chin, acting as haughty as possible in front of Yang Jia Li. There was something she had to do here, which was to give the cunning empress a warning. It was enough that he had been silent all this time seeing Yang Jia Li always triumphing over his crimes.

"What are you doing here?" asked Yang Jia Li.

Wu Li Mei stopped touching the expensive jars of the empress's collection, wanting to throw one of the thousands of gold coins into its owner to smash it into pieces. For Yang Jia Li to know what it was like to lose something precious.

Wu Li Mei fell silent, he stepped closer. His hands were raised wiping the snowflakes attached to the empress' hanfu.

"Are you satisfied?"

"What do you mean?" yang Jia Li asked pretending not to know.

"What do I mean?" wu Li Mei's reply. "You're still trying to pretend to be stupid after all this, you snake lady!"

"If you think you can destroy me through Zhou Xie Ling, you're wrong!"

"Everything you do will only make you lose yourself, Yang Jia Li."

Wu Li Mei's wiggly hands were raised down the collar of the woman before her, rising slowly up to Yang Jia Li's white neck. The empress screamed in restraint as she was pushed against the wall of her room.

"Damn!!"

"What are you doing!! Off!!" yang Jia Li's jolt, trying to let go of Wu Li Mei's increasingly powerful hand choked her neck.

Wu Li Mei chuckled softly as she grinned towards a woman rebelling in pain, she increasingly rubbed her hands to more strongly strangle Yang Jia Li.

"This is how it feels to drink poison, Yang Jia Li." he said.

"And you're gonna feel a lot more pain than this." His Wu Li Mei.