The four female candidates that had been bestowed by the Emperor were taken in by wang ye and became yiniang. Everyone in the wang fu finally found out that wang ye had been demoted as a bolt from the blue. If he wasn't a qinwang, the expenses and the number of servants in the fu would be reduced. The area of the wang fu would also be reduced. Then there would definitely be people in the wang fu that would be kicked out.
As the servants were worrying about their future, they heard another piece of news. That was that wang ye was forbidden from attending court and was going to lose his salary for five years. He even had to write a confession of his crimes and post it in front of the people.
The servants that had been reluctant to leave the wang fu didn't have any reluctance now. They only waited for the news to come out so they could find their next master. As to the taijian and palace maids that had been separated from the Department of Household Affairs, they wanted to return to the Department of Household Affairs to wait for their new assignment. Rather than serving a master that had no future, it was better to find a good next master. It was better than being half dead now.
Qin Bai Lu hadn't thought that such a thing would happen. After listening to Ru Hua's story, she choked for a while before saying dryly: "Didn't he want to divorce me? Now that he's like this, what can he use to divorce me?!"
Ru Hua sighed helplessly. Not just wang ye's arrogant personality, even if a normal person heard wang fei say such things, they would be angry. When wang fei had just entered the wang fu, she didn't care about the ce shi in the fu. Wang ye had said something and the two of them had started to fight, causing the servants in the fu to laugh at them.
Now that it had reached this stage, wang ye and wang fei had nothing to say. Wang ye had lost power, but wang fei didn't think of how to comfort wang ye or the people in the houyuan. She was happy in his misfortune. If this continued, what feelings would there be left?
Seeing Ru Hua's hesitant appearance, Qin Bai Lu said coldly: "Since wang ye doesn't want me to manage the matters of the wang fu, then I don't need to waste my energy on what happens in the fu. If anyone comes to beg me, just say I'm sick."
"Yes, wang fei." After serving wang fei for almost a decade, Ru Hua was clear of wang fei's personality. She definitely didn't want her to talk. She bowed and silently stood at the side.
But Qin Bai Lu quickly couldn't calm down because the Qin Family had sent news that her tang mei had been scolded by the Emperor in front of all the noblewomen. She didn't go to Qu Qing Ju's chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, so she didn't expect such a thing to happen.
After hearing the whole story, Qin Bai Lu's heart was filled with anger. No wonder his highness said that about the Qin Family's women, it was because of this matter. It was no wonder that her maiden family had sent her visiting cards recently. It turned out that they wanted to climb up the Emperor's branch. She was a princess who had lost her power. What use was she?
After thinking through these things, Qin Bai Lu felt a chill in her heart. If her family and husband were like this, what hope did she have in this life? Thinking about Qu Qing Ju who was already pregnant, she lowered her head to caress her empty stomach. She didn't understand why all the good things in the world had happened to Qu Qing Ju. A good mother-in-law, a good husband, a good identity, and a child in the near future.
Who said that the heavens had eyes? Otherwise, why would some people live well and some not?
"Ru Hua, pass my orders. Qu shi is seriously ill. In order to avoid infecting others, it is not suitable for her to stay in the West Courtyard. Today, she will move to the West Peace Temple in the West Corner to recuperate." She didn't believe that all the women of the Qu Family were so lucky.
Ru Hua listened to wang fei's dark order and slightly shook, "Nubi will pass the order down now."
Coming out of zhengyuan, she looked at the spacious yard and strangely felt a chill from her back to her heart.
Qu Yue Su, who had been bedridden, watched as the servants of the fu roughly gathered her things and threw them into a pile in the middle of the room. She hated Qin Bai Lu's viciousness and hated that she couldn't do anything to these evil servants.
After the things in the room were taken away, one of the mama came forward and lifted the blanket off her body. She said coldly: "Qu ce fei, you should get up. Wang fei has ordered that you must move to West Peace Temple before noon. Nubi will offend you." Finishing, she easily dragged Qu Yue Su, who was only in her undergarments, off the bed.
Qu Yue Su was seriously ill and couldn't endure such torture. Her body grew cold and she started to cough. She covered her mouth and looked hatefully at the mama, wanting to eat her flesh and break her bones.
"Ce fei, don't look at nubi like that. Nubi has no other choice," Mama waved her hand and said to the young yahuan behind her, "What are you still standing there for, aren't you going to help ce fei change?"
When Yao Xi came back to the side yard with a steaming bowl of medicine, she coincidentally saw Qu Yue Su being dragged out of the room by two mama. She was wearing an ugly colored robe, her hair disheveled behind her. She looked extremely disheveled. "What are you doing to ce fei?!" She put the bowl of medicine on the ground and went forward to push aside the mama that were dragging ce fei.
"Yao Xi guniang, this is wang fei's order. It's best if you don't interfere," The leading mama sneered, "If you make trouble, I can only assume that you have a grudge against wang fei and purposefully disobeyed wang fei's orders."
Yao Xi stilled. She was both panicked and angry. She went forward to support Qu Yue Su and said coldly: "What does mama mean? Is it wang fei's intention to have ce fei so disheveled?"
The mama jerked the corner of her mouth and then said: "Yao Xi guniang should speak less. I'm old and can't listen to such things." Finishing, she waved her hand and indicated for the servants to drag Qu Yue Su away. Yao Xi had no choice but to follow.
The name of Xi Ping Zhai was better than the room. Yao Xi knelt by the bed with red eyes. Looking at her mistress whose face was abnormally red, she kowtowed and said: "Mistress, nubi will go invite wang ye. Wang ye will definitely save you."
"There's no need to go, wang ye won't come," She looked at Yao Xi who was crying her heart out, smiling as she said, "What are you crying for, people have to go through this sooner or later." She was already very ill and after being tormented like this, how could she survive?
"Mistress, don't say that. You will definitely get better," Yao Xi went forward to hold Qu Yue Su's hand, "Nubi will go make medicine for you now. After you drink it, you will be fine."
Qu Yue Su shook her head. Suddenly, she seemed to see the beautiful lanterns by the river during the Lantern Festival, the crowded crowd, and Qu Qing Ju and the Emperor holding hands. She muttered: "That was originally mine, it was mine … … Qu … … Qing Ju, why … …"
Her voice gradually became smaller and finally disappeared into the silence of the room. Yao Xi looked at the unmoving person on the bed and finally cried out.
"Wang fei, Qu ce fei of Xi Ping Zhai has gone." Ru Hua walked into the room and saw wang fei sitting by the window reading a book. She went forward and informed in a small voice, "Yao Xi who serves ce fei hopes to see wang ye."
Qin Bai Lu flipped a page of the book in her hand. She didn't raise her head as she replied: "Let her go beg He Fu Er. I can't interfere with this."
Ru Hua saw that wang fei didn't seem to want to say more and could only leave. Looking at Yao Xi who was dressed in plain robes with red and swollen eyes, she had a difficult expression on her face. She didn't know what to say.
"Wang fei said, she doesn't have a housekeeper recently. If you want to see wang ye, go find Chief Steward He," Ru Hua looked at the surroundings and quickly shoved a pouch filled with silver into Yao Xi's hand. She returned to zhengyuan with a normal expression.
Yao Xi slowly stood. Looking at the pouch in her hand, she walked woodenly in the direction of the main yard. No matter what, zhuzi had served wang ye for a period of time. Couldn't she be properly buried after she died?
He Yuan held a beauty in his arms and allowed her to serve him wine. When he was happy, he had another beauty play the zither to liven things up. He was so drunk that he couldn't even see himself clearly.
"Wang ye, Qu ce fei is gone." He Fu Er said beside him, "Yao Xi who served ce fei asks for an audience."
"Who is Qu ce fei?" He Yuan stole a kiss from the beauty in his arms. Seeing the beauty laugh, he frowned, "Gone is gone, why tell ben wang?"
"Wang ye, Qu ce fei is the Empress' step-sister," He Fu Er saw that wang ye was already drunk and could only add as he poured tea, "Many people are watching." No matter what was going on inside, he had to put on a good appearance.
"The Empress' meimei," He Yuan pushed away the beauty in his arms and rubbed his forehead to sober himself. He took the tea that He Fu Er handed over and took a sip, "If that's the case, have the servants not be slow and bury her according to the rules."
Not only could he not be negligent, but he also had to follow the rules. This would make things difficult. Even though He Fu'er was thinking this, he didn't show any of it on his face. After deciding who would take care of this matter, he said, "It is her good fortune that Wang Ye cares for her. This lowly one will have someone take care of it."
He Yuan snorted: "If she wasn't the Empress' meimei, ben wang wouldn't have to waste the effort."
He Fu Er instantly corrected himself: "To have the Empress as Qu ce fei's jiejie, it is her good fortune."
"Alright," He Yuan yawned, "According to what you say, the Empress is not lucky to have a sister like her?"
He Fu Er gave a dry laugh. He knew that wang ye was drunk and didn't dare to say more.
"Leave," He Yuan once again pulled the beauty beside him into his arms, "Don't disturb ben wang's mood."
There were many women in Duan Wang Fu. The death of a ce shi wasn't a big deal, but this ce shi was the Empress' meimei. They had to report it to the Imperial Palace. So in the end, the news was first reported to the Department of Household Affairs and then to the Empress. Logically, this matter should have been reported directly to the Empress. But according to the rules, Qu Yue Su was only a ce shi. This kind of unlucky matter shouldn't be reported to the Empress. In the end, He Fu Er thought it over and over again and found a compromise.
Qu Qing Ju had originally found it strange when she heard the junior supervisor of the Department of Household Affairs ask to see her. She didn't care about the affairs of the hougong, so why did the junior supervisor of the Department of Household Affairs come to her?
But after she read the funeral letter that the junior supervisor of the Department of Household Affairs presented, her emotions were complicated. She gripped the letter and didn't know what to say. In her impression, Qu Yue Su was a talented and beautiful woman. She could have married into a good family, but she was full of ambition and chose the wrong path. In the end, her happiness was ruined.
If she hadn't gone to Rui Wang Fu to be a qie, and married a young master of another prestigious family, she wouldn't have lost her life.
Weakness killed her, just like the original Qu Qing Ju. Greed could also destroy a woman, just like the present Qu Yue Su. The former was pitiful, the latter pitiful.
"Empress niangniang," The junior supervisor of the Department of Household Affairs saw that the Empress' expression wasn't good and his heart was in turmoil. He didn't know what the Empress was thinking.
"Leave," Qu Qing Ju put down the letter in her hand and waved her hand, "Huang Yang, take someone to Rui Wang Fu and help ben gong light incense for Qu ce fei, add some paper money and candles."
It was pitiful to be a qie, but as a wife, how happy could she be?
In this era of one wife and many concubines, women were fated to be the victims of history.
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