Rebirth of the Splendid Concubine

Except for the people in Feng Yixuan, everyone involved in the fire in Feng Yixuan died, was punished, and was expelled.

In March of the following year, Feng Yixuan had been renovated and restored to its former prosperity, so Lin Xiaoyin moved back to Feng Yixuan as a matter of course.

On this day, Xiaoqing came to serve him with a pot of tea in his hand.

Lin Xiaoyin frowned when she saw that it was not her usual teacup. Finally, she waited until they took action. She was so patient!

"Xiaoqing, let me drink this cup of tea for you first!"

Xiaoqing's hands trembled and she almost knocked over the teapot. She immediately knelt on the ground and started sobbing, "Miss, Xiaoqing has changed her past. Why is she still holding on to the past and making things difficult for her at every turn?"

Xiaoqing."

Without saying a word, Lin Xiaoyin took the tea cup from Xiao Qing's hand, picked it up and threw it at Xiao Qing.

The white porcelain teacup hit Xiaoqing's face and shattered into pieces. The flying porcelain shards pierced her face and drew several blood marks. In the past six months, she had never seen Lin Xiaoyin so angry. Xiaoqing

I thought the young lady half a year ago was acting like that because my wife passed away. However, the young lady today is still the same careless young lady as before. I was so stunned that I forgot to cry again. "Keep crying, I want to hear, can you still

What disrespectful words did you say! Do you think being with the second lady will protect your wealth?"

Lin Xiao's face was condensed and she sternly scolded, "Kneel down!" Xiaoqing's heart trembled. Did the young lady find something? When she thought that there was something wrong with the cup, she trembled violently. She felt that the third young lady in front of her was exuding an unbearable odor.

The majesty and momentum of the words were paralyzed and unable to move.

"Slave...slave..."

Because of fear, my voice was shaking violently.

"You know you're afraid?"

Lin Xiaoyin curled her lips and smiled, locking Xiaoqing's twinkling eyes tightly.

"My slave deserves to die! My slave deserves to die!"

Xiaoqing just kowtowed in panic, ignoring the burning pain on her face, and the warm blood flowed down her cheek.

"Where did you deserve to die? It's me who deserves to die!"

Lin Xiaoyin slowly walked in front of Xiaoqing, stepped on her right hand, and said, "Say!"

Xiaoqing's whole body trembled, and she fell limply to the ground, feeling a sharp pain in her hand.

"Nu... Nunu doesn't... no... I don't know what the lady is... talking about."

"oh?"

Lin Xiaoyin sneered, "Then you lick up all the tea spilled on the floor, and I will believe you."

Xiaoqing kept shaking her head, and large beads of sweat could not help but roll out from her temples and forehead, flowing on her cheeks, biting her face like salt on a wound, making her bloody and painful.

Lin Xiaoyin stepped on Xiaoqing's hand with increasing force, "How can I trust you if you are like this? Is it this hand?"

Xiaoqing felt as if she was going to faint immediately, and her whole body was tense, "...yes...yes..."

"Since it is, what's the use of a hand addicted to selling?"

Lin Xiaoyin's eyes became sharp again, like two sharp knives, "I don't say yes, just wait and try the feeling and taste of coughing up blood every night until dawn!"

Lin Xiaoyin turned around and sat on the exquisite red-carved wooden chair, closing her eyes and waiting for Xiaoqing's confession.

Xiaoqing has been sweating coldly, looking at the lady who is as solemn as Shura. Now that the third lady wants to force her, don't blame her for being cruel!

She stood up gently and slammed a cup in her sleeve towards Lin Xiaoyin's face.