I am favored by the tyrant, so what if I am vicious?

Chapter 114 Scratched Cheek

There was a strong ambition flashing in Zhou Lingge's eyes.

She held Qiao'er's hand tightly and spoke word by word.

"Qiao'er, I will one day climb to the highest position."

Qiao'er was shocked. She suppressed the huge waves in her heart and quickly turned her head to look around. These were extremely disrespectful words to the Queen. If these were to spread out, it would probably be detrimental to the Queen.

Fortunately, she had just sent away all the outsiders.

Seeing that there was no one around, Qiao Er couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She gently comforted Zhou Lingge: "Yes, I believe that Your Majesty can do it."

Zhou Lingge's eyes moistened. "I will definitely replace Zhou Shiya... Sooner or later, I will trample Zhou Shiya under my feet and make her suffer unbearably... a life worse than death."

She would definitely let Zhou Shiya experience what it felt like to have her limbs chopped off and turned into a human pig.

All those who bully and humiliate her will die a miserable death!

She won't let those people go.

Qiao'er's eyes were filled with astonishment. What had happened to the Empress? How could she say such crazy and arrogant words like that?

This is totally unlike the Queen's usual style.

Fortunately, there was no one else here, otherwise if someone heard it and it reached the ears of the Queen and the Queen Mother, it would cause another uproar.

How could Qiao Er understand that Zhou Lingge at this moment brought back painful memories of her past life. Her entire mind was in chaos and filled with hatred...

She herself didn't seem to know what she had said.

With a crack, there was a sudden sound of a slight branch breaking coming from the bushes next to it.

Qiao'er's heart suddenly trembled.

Zhou Lingge narrowed her eyes slightly and turned her head to look at the bushes.

"Who, who's there?"

Qiao'er gasped, her head buzzing.

The next moment, Zhou Lingge ordered in a cold voice: "Drag her out."

Qiao'er rushed to the bushes without any hesitation, and a light blue figure was about to escape.

She was quick-witted and grabbed the man's wrist.

She dragged the man out with all her strength.

Who knew the face that came into view would be so familiar.

Zhou Lingge narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Ling'er?"

Qiao'er pressed her to the ground.

She was afraid that she couldn't deal with Ling'er alone, so she immediately called Fuquan over.

Fuquan used to be a servant in Concubine Jiang's palace. Since he had already sided with Zhou Lingge on Concubine Jiang's affairs, after Concubine Jiang's death, Zhou Lingge found an excuse to take Fuquan away.

Qin Feiling indulged her, and even if Zhou Shiya had some complaints, she could do nothing about it.

Concubine Jiang is dead, Zi Yan is the murderer, and all this has nothing to do with Zhou Lingge.

She sympathized with poor Fuquan and took him in as a slave. Others not only did not doubt her, but only praised her for her kindness.

Since coming to Yuanchen Palace, Fuquan has always been very low-key and has never deliberately approached Zhou Lingge.

But Qiao'er saw his loyalty to Zhou Lingge more clearly than anyone else.

Therefore, Ling'er's incident this time can be regarded as an opportunity for him to be loyal.

Fuquan heard the sound and ran in hurriedly.

When he left, he even instructed other palace servants to guard all entrances and exits and not let other outsiders approach here for a short period of time.

With Fuquan's help, the two men easily pinned Ling'er to the ground.

Ling'er couldn't struggle and could only look at Zhou Lingge crying and beg for mercy.

"Your Highness, I didn't hear anything just now. Please forgive me and let me go."

Zhou Lingge looked at the dress Ling'er was wearing, and she inexplicably felt that it was somewhat familiar.

"Why does this dress... look so much like the one I wore when I came of age?"

Ling'er's expression suddenly changed, and she quickly replied, "I...I don't know anything. Everything I did was in accordance with the Queen's instructions."

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I will never again imitate you, nor will I ever again deceive Your Majesty with this face."

The air pressure around Zhou Lingge suddenly dropped.

She didn't understand anything after hearing this.

Could it be that Zhou Shiya thought that Ling'er was still useful, so she found the clothes she used to wear and asked Ling'er to change into them, and then let her take the opportunity to go to the imperial study to confuse Qin Feiling's eyes, so that Ling'er could successfully gain favor?

Zhou Lingge had no place to vent the resentment and bloodthirstiness in his heart.

She stared at Ling'er's face that looked very similar to hers, with a sinister look in her eyes.

Zhou Lingge immediately pulled out the hairpin from her hair and threw it to Qiao'er.

"Slash her face for me. I don't want to see this face that looks so much like mine hanging around in front of me."

It's not like she's dead.

Zhou Shiya asked Ling'er to act out Wanwan Leiqing's behavior, which was clearly a humiliation to her.

If she endures it any longer, it will be a waste of her life.

Qiao'er picked up the hairpin without any hesitation and slashed it towards Ling'er's face.

Ling'er was so frightened that her face was full of fear. She never thought that Zhou Lingge would be so cruel and actually want to destroy her face?

How could she be so vicious?

What she was most proud of was her face which resembled Concubine Yu.

If her face was disfigured, she would lose all her value.

She no longer had the possibility of becoming His Majesty's concubine.

Zhou Lingge is so cruel. Does she want to destroy herself like this?

That can't be done.

She couldn't just surrender and ruin her life.

Ling'er struggled hard, "No, please don't ruin my appearance. Concubine Yu, please forgive me. I will never dare to seduce Your Majesty again. As long as you forgive me, I will leave the palace right now."

With one stab of the hairpin, a blood mark immediately appeared on her face.

Ling'er screamed in pain, her eyes filled with hatred.

She stared at Zhou Lingge intently and roared in a low voice, "Zhou Lingge...you lowly concubine, how could you be so vicious? I begged you so much, but you refused to relent. You are truly a vicious and ruthless person. If His Majesty knew your true face, you would be completely finished."

"Oh, I'm just a lowly thing from a singing girl's family. How do you think you're nobler than me?"

Zhou Lingge's eyes were full of sinisterness. She got off the sedan chair and took the bloody hairpin from Qiao'er's hand.

What she hated most was people saying that she was a singer.

This sentence not only insulted her, but also humiliated her mother.

Even though her mother was a singer, she still risked her life and carried her for ten months to give birth to her.

She would not allow anyone to slander her mother.

Zhou Lingge asked Qiao'er to cover Ling'er's mouth.

She held the bloody hairpin and pressed it hard against Ling'er's delicate and fair face.

She looked at her as if she were a dead person.

There was no warmth in her eyes. All that filled her vision was blood.

Zhou Lingge ignored Ling'er's crying and begging eyes. She exerted force with her hands, and with a "swish" sound, a blood mark appeared on the fair face.

Ling'er's body trembled in pain, and she screamed softly: "Ugh, ah..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"