Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 1 - Skinning
In the winter of the tenth year of Dafeng Jianzhang, Cangyun City, Kyoto.

The rapidly spinning snow, like dilapidated catkins dancing, brings a bit of melancholy to the slanting plum blossoms.

In the northwest corner of the palace, in the cold palace.

The cold north wind blew the dilapidated window lattices, rattling.

I saw a little boy of seventeen or eight years old, kneeling on the ground while being held down by the eunuch's shoulders.

In front of him was an old hardwood bed, on which two eunuchs were holding a woman with frightened eyes.

The old nanny standing by the bed drew out a sharp lancet, and with a grinning grin, cut the knife from the spine of the man on the bed.

She divided her smooth and delicate back into two halves with a sharp blade, and slowly separated the skin and muscles with the knife, making the sound of stabbing and stabbing, creepy.

Countless filthy blood stained the whole bed red and dripped all over the floor. After a while, the old lady cleaned up the peeled skin and spread it out like a butterfly spreading its wings.

Then she bowed her waist, and respectfully presented the human skin, which was still warm, to the gorgeous woman in a red palace dress right in front of her.

But seeing the woman's abdomen swelled high, she was caressing her belly lovingly at this moment.

"It's no wonder that the daughters of the Emperor Kuayun's family all have ice muscles, they are naturally thin, with delicate texture and even flesh and bones!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this skin that is better than snow. She is indeed a noble daughter of a thousand-year-old family. I can't help but feel pity for me, hahahaha!"

The woman caressed her long gold-inlaid jade armor, and the corners of her smiling eyes overflowed with crystal tears. The phoenix crown on her smiling head kept swinging along with her undulating shoulders.

The blood man on the bed was already on the verge of death, and now he roared with anger.

"Qin'er, you are a servant of the palace, even if you wear this phoenix robe, it can't change your humble bloodline, bah, lowly thing!"

"Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you that Guan Shihou has been convicted of collaborating with the enemy and treason!"

"Today at noon, the remaining 720 members of Manfu's family have all been punished. According to the order of the Empress Dowager, I will send you to the Nine Springs to honor your father as a filial piety."

"It is said that the ironclad evidence is hidden in the dark cabinet in your boudoir before you leave the cabinet. Do you think it is a coincidence?"

The man on the bed suddenly struggled to get up, gnashing his teeth.

"It's you, it's you, besides me, only you know about the dark pavilion, you lowly servant girl, I want your life."

I saw a pool of human-shaped flesh and blood jumping up from the bed and rushing towards the woman in palace attire.

Puff, with the sound of a weapon piercing into the flesh, the blood man collapsed limply to the ground, dying of life.

"Your Majesty, what should I do with this little one?"

The maidservant at the side lowered her waist respectfully and asked in a deep voice.

"The empress dowager is merciful. I pity you, Que'er. You are His Majesty's prince. The sins of your mother, concubine and your grandfather are not as bad as you. Your Majesty is merciful and can bestow you as King Shun."

"Stay in this cold palace and make atonement for your mother and concubine. After the crowning ceremony at the age of 15, you can leave the palace and live in another house."

Empress Situ Qin pinched her whitish knuckles, and the Empress Dowager had already tapped to imply that she would not harm the emperor's heir, she could only spare his life.

His Majesty's heirs are weak, he is just a prince without a mother. Tonight's scene is enough to make this child fearful.

Besides, in the emperor's noble family, there are many children who cannot grow up, and she has more opportunities to develop step by step.

"In case there are other remnants of treason, serve the servants of the abolished empress and kill them all!"

She opened her vermilion lips calmly, and dozens of lives were lost in an instant, and they were about to be reduced to dry bones.

Then she casually pointed to Gong'e standing by the door.

"You, how can there be no servants around the prince to serve you, just stay and take care of the prince."

The little maid standing by the outermost door was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and her face was pale at this moment.

Soon the cold palace was cleaned up, as if the tragedy that happened before was like a nightmare.

The boy kneeling on the ground still maintained his kneeling posture. He slowly got up, clenched his fists, and tightly wedged his thumbs into his palms.

After all, he was just a seven or eight-year-old child. After suffering a series of blows tonight, he couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

Seeing that his head was about to fall straight to the cold marble floor, a pair of slender hands supported his shoulders
Li Qingmei sighed, and carefully carried the little prince to the bed.

Even a 19-year-old adult like her couldn't bear this scene tonight, let alone a seven or eight-year-old child.

She is a ghost from China, an excellent agent and a murderer at the same time.

But she never regretted cutting that bastard who escaped legal sanction on the grounds of being mentally ill.

She will never forget that night, seeing her younger sister lying in the abandoned house at the back gate of the school with blood all over her body, dying with regret.

She was sentenced to death and executed by shooting three days ago. She thought she would go to Abi Hell, but after a gunshot, she opened her eyes again, and she transmigrated into the body of this 14-year-old girl.

The original owner just died of typhoid fever in ancient times when medical treatment was underdeveloped.

But her lonely soul from another world has replaced the original owner and reincarnated as a human being.

The little prince on the bed is called Sikong Que, he is the eldest son of the Dafeng Empire, but fate is unpredictable, and now he has become an outcast in the cold palace.

He had a high fever all night, calling for his mother in a whisper.

Li Qingmei used a veil to cool him down the whole night, and it was not until dawn that he barely had a fever and fell into a deep sleep.

She tiptoedly tucked up the quilt for him, and then went to the side hall to light up the small stove and start preparing breakfast.

All she could eat was a small bag of old rice, which was slightly yellowed. Frowning, she took out a small bowl and started cooking porridge.

When she came in with the cooked porridge, Sikong Que was already sitting on the head of the bed.

His skin is as white as jade, and his face is still the baby fat of a childish child, but those eyes are as clear and bright as ink, containing infinite attraction.

At this moment, he was staring at her with cold eyes, with a look of vigilance.

"Your Highness, this servant named Li Qingmei will be responsible for taking care of His Highness's daily life from now on. This servant has cooked some hot porridge. Please eat something to wrap your belly."

She carefully handed the porridge in front of him, and he didn't take it for a while.

She raised her head in doubt, seeing the frightened eyes, her heart softened instantly, it turned out that he was afraid that the porridge would be poisonous.

Such a young child is so defensive, the royal family's children are really different.

Without explaining, she took the spoon, scooped it lightly, swallowed it into her mouth, and then passed the porridge over.

"Your Highness, this servant has tasted it, the temperature is just right, and it doesn't burn your mouth."

Only then did I see him take the porridge and eat it slowly.

(End of this chapter)