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No matter how distant the two had been in the past, at this moment, they truly wanted to work together to eliminate her. Consort Qian stepped back and said to the eunuch, "Don't hit her directly on the face; it mustn't make a sound, nor should it leave any marks. You know what to do without This Palace having to teach you, right?"
"Servants will obey Consort Qian's orders," the two said in unison as they dragged Mu Junqi out of the palace door. In the middle of the courtyard, they took out a belt from their waists and carelessly stuffed it into Mu Junqi's mouth. Despite her desperate struggles, she was unable to resist them.
Before she could react, a sharp pain came from behind her, causing her to fall uncontrollably. Immediately after, a severe pain shot through her back. Consort Qian and Mu Yueqing stood not far away, smiling as they watched everything unfold, their eyes filled with triumph.
Her back, which had already been beaten by the old maid daily, could not endure much more; new wounds combined with old ones made it nearly unbearable. Before long, she collapsed onto the ground but still forced herself not to cry, glaring in that direction and silently vowing: One day, I will take back everything you have taken from me piece by piece and make you experience this kind of excruciating pain!
After a while, she felt her body completely unable to move. The stench of the eunuch's belt filled her nostrils. Consort Qian and Mu Yueqing looked at her and laughed with satisfaction, but she refused to yield, staring ahead with contempt in her eyes and saying, "If anything happens to me today, the Emperor... the Emperor will definitely not let you go. After all, you never know how to please him." With that, she burst into loud laughter.
This remark undoubtedly enraged both of them instantly; their expressions changed dramatically as they glared at the nearby maid with malice. "Pour that medicine down This Palace's throat! If you still don't understand when to advance or retreat at this point, then let This Palace teach you how to behave properly!"
As soon as she finished speaking, before Mu Junqi could react, the maid approached with a bowl of dark medicine in hand. Suddenly feeling some fear, she looked at Consort Qian and asked, "What... what is this?"
"Weren't you always good with words? This Palace wants to see if you'll become smarter if you turn mute. Fragrant Snow, hurry up and pour it down!"
Then the eunuchs who had been kicking her each grabbed one of her arms tightly, completely subduing her. Following that, Mu Yueqing came over and snatched the bowl of medicine from Fragrant Snow's hands. She smiled at Consort Qian and said, "Since I'm helping my sister-in-law, wouldn't it be better for This Palace to do it?" With that, she turned her face; her once beautiful features twisted with hatred as she forcefully pinched Mu Junqi's cheeks and reached down to pour.
Mu Junqi struggled fiercely and bit her lip tightly, causing much of the medicine to spill out. This thoroughly infuriated Mu Yueqing; she slammed the bowl onto the ground with a loud crash and then raised her hand to slap Mu Junqi hard enough that it left her momentarily dazed.
In a daze, it seemed like she saw a shadow flash across the ceiling. Then she heard Mu Yueqing scream while covering her cheek, tears welling up in her eyes as she scanned around and shouted loudly, "Who just threw something at This Palace? Step forward!"
But what responded was silence. Consort Qian did not expect such a scene either and hurried over to look at Mu Yueqing's face. "Oh dear sister, your face is quite swollen!"
Mu Yueqing felt a bit scared by what she said and hurriedly walked aside, pointing at one of the palace maids and loudly asking, "You tell me, who just hit This Palace?"
The maid immediately knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and said in a quivering voice, "I don't know, I don't know, please spare me, Consort Guifei."
Thus, Mu Yueqing asked one after another, but the final result was that no one had seen anything. Only Mu Junqi understood in his heart that the figure he had seen in a daze was Nanyang Xianwang Yun Cheng.
Although he still did not know the purpose of his visit, as long as he understood that he was not here to harm her, she felt somewhat reassured. In fact, deep down she knew that many people in this world might want her life, but only Mo Xiao Li and the person in front of her would not harm her.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh and looked at the frantic Mu Yueqing, saying with a smile, "But it was your actions that angered the spirits here, which is why they came out to teach you a lesson. Perhaps you are unaware of this Cold Palace, but at night it makes all sorts of sounds. You certainly haven't mentioned the sounds of ghosts wailing. The spirits here are familiar with me; if you continue like this, who knows if they will come out and take you to hell?" She laughed even more heartily as she spoke.
If it were before, she would have had no interest in fighting with her. However, things were no longer within her control; after all, she hoped to leave soon.
Mu Yueqing certainly refused to believe her words, but what had just happened was too strange—no one was around yet a stone flew and hit her face. Now her face hurt just from touching it. She could only look at Consort Qian beside her and say, "Consort Qian sister, I will take my leave now." After saying this, she bowed slightly and left.
This left Consort Qian gazing at her with deep eyes. In fact, the most difficult person to deal with was Consort Qian. She elegantly walked over and gently patted her cheek before smiling and saying, "Do you think I haven't seen anything? Using ghosts and gods as an excuse? In my opinion, there must be something unspeakable hidden in this Cold Palace." After saying this, her expression changed as she turned to the palace maids and eunuchs behind her and sternly ordered, "Search this place thoroughly for anything suspicious or... anyone! Bring them to This Palace!"
"Yes."
Before her voice faded, everyone scattered to search busily. Although it was the Cold Palace, it was still quite large. It took quite a while before they finished checking and came back one by one to report that nothing had been found.
Hearing this unified message made Consort Qian's expression even worse. She turned around and slapped her face repeatedly with both hands until her cheeks turned red and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.
Then she grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at herself and said viciously, "Wait for me; one day I will make you experience what it means to wish for death. I will also let you understand who should truly sit as the Empress of Western Yan!” After saying this, she threw her aside and stood up, telling everyone, “Let’s go!” Then she led the way out.
Without the restraint of those two eunuchs, her body uncontrollably collapsed, exhaling deeply. Her cheeks were swollen and uncomfortable, devoid of any strength, leaving her no choice but to lie still. She was already dressed lightly, and after being exposed to the wind for so long, she felt a burning heat on her forehead, struggling weakly to catch her breath.
Just as her consciousness was about to fade away, she vaguely heard a familiar voice behind her. The last bit of awareness completely dissipated as she softly fell down. It seemed that just before losing consciousness, she heard someone calling her name repeatedly, but she couldn't open her eyes and had no idea who it was. Ultimately, she sank into darkness.
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