It was dark and pressing, and the people who were pressed couldn't breathe.

"Boom—"

A thunderbolt fell, and in the courtyard west of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a little maid knelt on the ground and was crying.

"Whoa-la-"

The bean-sized raindrops crackled and smashed on the ground, and the little girl cried more and more sadly, she got up sharply and hugged the lifeless body lying on the bed.

"Miss, Miss, Forsythia begging ...... Please, don't leave Forsythia...... Miss, will Forsythia go and make you lotus cake now? Miss, you said that the lotus cake made by Forsythia is the best, and Forsythia will make it with you......"

The person lying on the bed, hearing the little girl's chatter, a tear crossed from the corner of her eye, her status in this prime minister's mansion, the ingredients of lotus cake could not be obtained at all.

The little maid saw the tears in the corners of the eyes of the people on the bed, and hurriedly wiped them with a handkerchief, "Miss, Miss, Forsythia will go and make you lotus cake, you must wait for Forsythia's lotus cake." After saying that, the little maid braved the pouring rain and ran to the kitchen.

The person lying on the bed, looking at the beam on the roof, slowly closed his eyes, Forsythia, I may not be able to eat lotus cake, I'm sorry.

After two sticks of incense.

The person lying on the bed opened her eyes suddenly, she stared at the beam above her head, her heart was full of panic, where is this? Could it be that the ghost really sent her to ancient times?

Forsythia, who was standing outside the door, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, tidied up her soaked clothes, took a deep breath and came to Palet's side, she looked at the young lady who still had ups and downs in her chest, and the stone hanging in her heart was put down.

"Miss, the lotus cake made by Forsythia for you, you can taste it, and Forsythia will make you more delicious food in the future." Forsythia took out a piece of broken lotus cake from her underwear, trembled slightly, and put it to Palet's mouth.

Palet looked at the dirty lotus cake and took a bite gently, "They bullied you, right?" ”

Forsythia listened to Palet's question, was stunned for a few seconds, and then shook her head, "Miss, no, they didn't bully me, Miss, is it delicious?" ”

"Forsythia, don't lie to me, show me your wrists." The memory of the original owner, palet has been read all, and it can be summed up in one word, that is-miserable!

An eldest lady from the prime minister's house, because her biological mother died early, her temperament was soft, and her identity as a concubine was snatched away alive by her sister.

It's just a matter of snatching it, and in the past two days, they have forced the original owner to enter the palace and be a concubine for the emperor, when they monitor the emperor's eyeliner.

The emperor is a monarch with no real power, there is an empty emperor's name, extremely ugly appearance, violent personality, incomparably flowery, the original owner's submissive temperament, entered the palace, there are two endings, either beaten to death or scared to death.

The helpless original owner chose to commit suicide, and this prime minister naturally would not let her die, so the original owner let the bathing water cool, washed the cold water for several days, and finally boiled himself up.

"Miss, what's so nice about the slave's wrist, Miss, the slave and maid go and change their clothes, these clothes are wet, don't give it to Miss." Forsythia said and was about to leave, but with all her strength, palet struggled to hold on to the corner of Forsythia's clothes, and her upper body was also suspended on the side of the bed.

"Forsythia, show me your wrist!" Palet's tone couldn't help but have a bit of majesty.