Chapter 737: Queen Gu’s Death 3

When the verdict of exile Ning Guta came down.

Song Zhao was sitting in front of the dowry, her gloomy eyes were reflected in the facing mirror.

One hundred years have passed.

She thought that she had neither resentment nor hatred... She was reborn again, to take revenge on those who hurt the Song family, just to complete the regrets of her previous life.

But now I found out that it wasn't.

It is precisely because the hatred is overwhelming, deep into the bone marrow, and not superficial, that he wants those damned people to pay the price so much.

The people who harmed the Song family in the previous life were the crown prince and Queen Gu.

However, these offshoot relatives of the Gu family manipulated the Dali Temple belonging to the Song family in their previous lives to pour dirty water on the Gu family and convict them.

The exile of Ninggu Tower is the retribution they deserve.

Song Zhao would not feel sorry for those offshoots of the Gu family who were implicated innocently.

Just like the offshoot of the Song family back then

They are all innocent...but because they are in the Song family, share the same honor and shame with the Song family, and enjoy the glory and wealth brought to them by the prestige of the Song family, they naturally have to bear the price of ruin.

The same goes for the Gu family.

It is a good thing for the Song family that the Gu family has fallen.

The prince's side collapsed again.

Mrs. Song was very happy, and doubled the wages of the servants in the mansion.

Green smoke curled around.

Song Zhao stood on the porch, lit a stick of incense, and threw it into the incense burner.

With a golden spoon in his fingertips, he stirred it round and round in the stove.

The aroma is tangy.

Ling Dang came in to pack her things, and when she saw the situation, she leaned over and sighed, "It smells so good."

"Stay away." Song Zhao said. "The more fragrant something is, the more poisonous it is."

Ling Dang only thought that Song Zhao was joking, and said with a smile, "As long as it is the incense made by the princess, even if it is poisonous, the servants will like it."

Song Zhao didn't care.

After a while, she stopped.

Take out a small box and put all the spices from the incense burner into it.

As the sun set, a light fell on the girl's side face.

Song Zhao looked into the distance with a calm face, and waited until the sun had completely submerged and the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and then a cold voice sounded calmly, "The Gu family has fallen... the next one, it should be the empress's turn."

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royal palace.

Emperor Yuanchun finished approving the memorial, and undoubtedly turned over the sign of Furong again.

Furong was deeply favored by Emperor Yuanchun and enjoyed the honor of the Six Palaces. Now she has been promoted to Concubine Rong.

Concubine Rong sat on the imperial concubine couch, and went to Chengqian Palace where Emperor Yuan Chun lived with great pomp.

Outside the gate of Chengqian Palace.

Empress Gu was wearing plain clothes, without hair ornaments on her head, kneeling there with a haggard face.

She had been kneeling for two days, but Emperor Yuan Chun never let go and insisted on beheading her parents.

When Furong came over, she saw Empress Gu kneeling there, thinking of Song Zhao's explanation, she got off the imperial couch with a smile.

"It's freezing cold, why does the Empress wear so little? What should I do if it's cold?"

Furong is hypocritically concerned.

Empress Gu hated her so much that she ignored her with a cold face.

Fu Rong took off her fox fur coat, and wanted to put it on Queen Gu.

Empress Gu frowned, "I don't need the kindness of Concubine Rong."

She just struggled slightly,

But Furong let out an ah, and her body fell backwards, falling heavily on the ground.

She burst into tears.

The maid beside Furong rushed into Chengqian Palace to complain.

Queen Gu was stunned.

By the time she realized it, Emperor Yuan Chun had already rushed out in a hurry.

"Rong'er, Rong'er, what's wrong with you?"

Furong's face was covered with tears, and she intentionally exposed her bruised palms and knees. She said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, this concubine just saw that the empress is cold and wanted to put clothes on her. But the empress called my concubine a lowly maidservant. My concubine is so wronged..."