Concubine is crazy

Chapter 1 The Murderer

In Kyoto in December, Prince Zhan's Mansion is covered with snow, the front yard is luxurious and magnificent, brocade and gilt.

No one would notice the presence of Song Weirui in a dilapidated room that was ventilated on all sides in a remote and dark corner of the backyard.

For a whole day, she didn't eat or drink, and still couldn't believe that the former self was really dead.

Rumors spread in the streets and alleys of Kyoto that Song Weirui, a first-rank female police officer personally appointed by the emperor, was killed by black powder, leaving no body.

Could it be that everything was really an accident, as the investigation by the Mingzhengfu said?

If it was an accident, why did the cartilage in her body loosen at that time, and when the explosion happened, she didn't even have the strength to escape?Why are all the doors and windows sealed?

This is clearly to kill her!

She watched the black powder explode in front of her eyes, breaking off her arms, and then her feet. Finally, the ferocious fireball pierced her body, and her whole body was surrounded by huge burning pain.

The pain caused by the black powder explosion is the top of all pain.

Who hated her so much and wanted her to die in such pain?

After waking up, she was no longer Song Weirui, but Pingyao, the concubine of Prince Zhan's Mansion.

A splitting headache hit her body, and the memory of Pingyao invaded her body again.

However, before she could respond, the dilapidated door was kicked down, and three beautifully dressed women rushed in aggressively.

"Bitch! You've only been in the house for a day, and you killed the side concubine so cruelly! Do you still have the face to live in this world?! Come here! Take it out!"

As the leading woman in red opened her mouth, two burly women rushed over, ripped her off the bed one on the left and one on the right, and dragged her towards the door.

Ping Yao frowned, and was about to resist, when the feeling of dizziness suddenly hit her, her legs went limp, and she was dragged out staggeringly.

And her weakness at the moment is also in line with the former owner of this body.

Pingyao, the eldest daughter of the Imperial Merchant Ping family in the capital city, because it is the first birthday of the Ping family's grandmother, it happens to be on the second birthday of the Ping family's grandmother. Therefore, whenever the Ping family grandmother has a headache, it is said that Ping Yao, the mourning star, is the scourge. .

The Ping family didn't wait to see Pingtiao, and never took her seriously, but when the Ping family asked for help from Prince Zhan's mansion, they immediately launched her, the so-called broom star.

Yesterday, Ping Yao entered the palace through the back door and became the concubine of King Zhan Yin Quan. However, shortly after paying a routine greeting to the side concubine this morning, the side concubine suddenly turned purple and died.Because she was the last one to see the side concubine, she naturally became a suspect.

The side concubine died, and she was still pregnant with the prince's flesh and blood. The old concubine pushed Pingyao into the lotus pond in a fit of anger, and almost drowned.

It was also at that time that Song Weirui, who was killed by black gunpowder, possessed Pingyao and started another part of her life.

……

Ping Yao was dragged to the main hall of the palace, and she heard the old princess crying from a long distance away.

It wasn't the side concubine that she felt sorry for, but the grandson she had never met.

Hearing the movement, the old concubine raised her head, her eyes were red, and she stared fiercely at Ping Yao.

"You bastard! Sangmen star! Murderer!! You only entered the door for a day, and you killed my grandson!"

The old concubine was dressed in a luxurious palace attire, her long hair was tied up in a bun like a cloud, and although she was old, she was well-dressed and well-maintained, but the eyes at this moment were full of indescribable anger and hatred.

In her eyes, even a hundred mediocre lives are not worth as much as her unborn grandson.

(End of this chapter)