She was startled and suddenly woke up for the most part. She looked intently and saw that half of the dragon bed beside her was already empty.
It turned out that she was so tired that she fell asleep. Those words probably did not come from the mouth of the superior emperor, but she was just dreaming. She had always been submissive, submissive, and flattering, so he would not have noticed any clues.
It has been a year since she was bought as a slave to warm the bed, and apart from meeting Emperor Qianao in the dragon bed, there has been no progress.
He never went back to his dormitory during the day, and she only saw him panting in the dark night every day, but she didn't know what he looked like.
However, he is so ruthless and domineering, so he should be unlikable and even disgusting.
She thought that he must have a fierce face, and maybe there were scars and pimples on his face.
Di Qian looked down upon women as if they were nothing.
It's not easy to get his sincere love, and it's even harder to get him to lift her up and give her some status and power!
However, her former fiancé Murong Jue, who personally wiped out her entire family, got married to Song Panyan, the prime minister's daughter, during this year. With his father-in-law's connections, his career went smoothly and he is now a second-rank official.
Why is it that her enemies are so prosperous, but her body is still alive, and she is begging for mercy from the tyrant!
There was a self-deprecating smile on Luo Changan's lips. When Murong Jue, a poor scholar, went to Beijing to take the exam, the money was provided by her family. Her family was a wealthy businessman in Beijing. Although they were not rich, they were not short of money.
However, Murong Jue met Song Panyan, the daughter of the prime minister of the dynasty, and found that the merchant's family was no longer worthy of him, so he wanted to climb a high branch on the wall of the prime minister's house and become a successful person.
However, Song Panyan disliked Murong Jue's engagement, and was determined not to submit herself as a concubine.
Murong Jue was afraid of losing Song Panyan, so in order to express his love for Song Panyan, Murong Jue personally killed her Luo Changan family.
A family of one hundred and thirty-one people, including children and adults, were killed mercilessly with sharp weapons, just like slaughtering animals. The sky was filled with blood that night, and the screams of despair were inhumane.
Her younger brother was only three years old. When his stomach was stabbed with a sword, he didn't even have time to cry out and had already died.
My younger brother, who was loved by my mother and me in the past, had already encountered the extreme evil in this world before he even had time to see the beauty in the world.
If Luo Changan hadn't been pierced through the belly by Murong Jue with a sword and kicked off the cliff, she would simply not believe that the man she had entrusted to her for life would kill her whole family for other women!
She trusted him with all her heart, but he destroyed her whole family! Oh, such a heartless villain.
They concealed everything and fabricated the facts. No one knew the whereabouts of her family. It was said that the family had moved to a different place to do business. Businessmen were only interested in profit and would go wherever they could make money.
At dawn, Luo Changan woke up from a chaotic dream. In the dream, he cried like a fool, and his eyes were swollen like two walnuts.
She put on her clothes and started the day's errands, cleaning the emperor's bedroom, doing laundry and warming the bed.
The sheets on the huge dragon bed were wrinkled as if there had been a war. Thinking of all the charm last night, her face couldn't help but turn red to the roots of her ears.
She took off the sheets and put them on with clean ones.
Aunt Mei came in with soup and medicine. She would come in at this time every morning.
"Chang'an, come here and drink medicine."
Luo Changan put down what he was doing, walked over, and took the medicine bowl from Aunt Mei's hand, which was still the same kind of brown bitter medicine soup.
Every morning Aunt Mei would bring this medicine in for her to drink.
"The Emperor has just left not long ago." Aunt Mei saw that Luo Changan did not drink the medicine, so she said, "I told you to drink the medicine when you left."
"Oh." Luo Changxin was absent-minded, guessing that it was a contraceptive potion.
A morning-after pill to prevent her from getting pregnant with Long Si.
Luo Changan drank it every day for the past year, and he felt like vomiting when he smelled the bitter medicine.
"Aunt Mei, I'm here. God didn't do anything to me last night. Can you not drink this medicine?"
Aunt Mei is the nun in the emperor's palace. She is thirty years old and has not left the palace to marry at the age of twenty-five for some unknown reason. She will probably become an old girl in the palace in the future. Whether the maids here are sweeping the floor,
Those who do laundry, serve tea and water, or warm beds like her are all in the charge of Aunt Mei.
If a bed-warming slave like her leaves the palace at the age of twenty-five, people will gossip about how many of the bed-warming women are clean, and they are all rotten after being played with by others countless times.
It's basically impossible to find her husband's family. She is twenty-one this year, and there are still four years left before leaving the palace.
However, a stranger like her lives for revenge. Once she has taken revenge, she can die and be reunited with her family. There is no need to find any in-laws.
"No, the emperor has ordered that you must drink it with your own eyes. Don't bargain, drink it quickly."
Aunt Mei looked nervous, thinking that she had been taking this medicine for a year, but there was no movement at all.
Luo Changan felt a chill in his heart. As expected, the emperor was ruthless and didn't want to take responsibility even after having fun. He was afraid that she was pregnant with a dragon heir and the mother would ask for her status based on her son's worth.
Although this is what she thought, the child who is pregnant with the Lord will be granted the title of "Promise" at the worst. Madam, her status is more dignified than this lowly slave, and she is closer to the enemy.
The only people who dated Murong Jue's wife Song Panyan were concubines, imperial concubines, or ladies from famous families who had not left the palace. She had no chance to get close to Song Panyan in this position.
I felt a little sad.
What a shrewd beast the emperor is! He actually eliminated the possibility of her having an unwanted pregnancy.
"Okay, I'll drink it, I won't embarrass my aunt." Luo Changan drank the medicine in one gulp, and then put the bowl back on the tray.
Aunt Mei saw the large green and red mark on Luo Changan's neck, and pushed Luo Changan to sit on the chair.
He opened his collar and sleeves and looked carefully, this is also called "the emperor didn't do anything to me", what has happened to me.
Aunt Mei pointed to the sky, "That person is afraid of swallowing you up. Look at the marks all over your body. The thin skin and tender flesh were tortured to look like this. The old wounds yesterday were not healed, and today they are again."
There are new injuries, it’s shocking to see.”
Luo Changan blushed and said nothing. He had nothing to say. A slave is a slave. The emperor left these traces simply because of his whim or to relieve pressure. Being in a high position must be under high pressure that others cannot bear.
Nothing to do with love.
When it wears out, just buy another humble bed-warming maid.
Aunt Mei sighed and said: "You child is not lucky. The emperor comes every day, but you are still a slave. If it had been someone else, you would have become a noble concubine. The daughter of Liu Shangshu in the east palace was just an embroidered handkerchief and a gift to the emperor.
Being sealed as a beauty has made all the concubines jealous. Hey, you should be more angry."