Rebirth: The General's Illegitimate Daughter

Chapter 7 Nightmare

Who would have thought that the servant would snort dismissively, as if expecting this reaction, and said, "Reporting to the Concubine, there are only these four servants. Take them or leave them, I am leaving."

"Stop." The soft yet authoritative voice echoed in the warm room, causing the servant to halt, sneering as if expecting the concubine to compromise any second. "What else do you want, Concubine? Do you want these servants or not?"

Chu Lianruo sat down and simply said, "Kneel."

The servant was about to retort when he met her icy, terrifying gaze. Unintentionally, his legs gave way, and he knelt with a thud, though he continued to protest, "I’m telling the truth. What do you plan to do with me, Concubine?"

Chu Lianruo glanced at Siwei, her lips curving slightly, "This mouth needs a lesson. Slap him."

Siwei gritted her teeth and stepped forward, raising her hand to slap him. The servant, in a fit of rage, tried to push her away. She narrowly dodged, but the servant had already stood up, ready to leave with the other servants. Siwei cursed, "You insolent servant, how dare you be so disrespectful!"

Chu Lianruo laughed coldly, "I may not be the principal wife of the Prince’s mansion, but I have the power to make a lowly servant disappear."

Hearing this, the servant hesitated, realizing she spoke the truth. Although he was a distant relative of Steward Li and had his backing, if something happened, Steward Li wouldn’t really protect him. He regretted his arrogance, realizing he had underestimated her.

Siwei, this time, did not hold back. The sound of slaps echoed in the warm room, her right hand growing tired and switching to the left. Only after a long while did Chu Lianruo signal to stop. She lazily remarked, "It will probably take half a month for him to speak again. Take them away."

Watching Siwei slap the unruly servant, Chu Lianruo saw in him the face of the current Emperor, Xu Rong. She clenched her fist, nearly stepping in herself. Her desire for revenge was relentless. When she came to, the servant’s face was swollen and disfigured.

That night, the servants in the palace's Qinghua Hall also had a hard time. Noble Consort Yu had a nightmare and, upon waking, immediately called for her attendants, sending her personal maid to fetch the Emperor, who was resting in Li Ronghua Hall.

Noble Consort Yu, her long black hair loose, sat leaning against her grand, luxurious bed, clutching her quilt tightly. Cold sweat drenched her body, and her damp hair clung to her forehead. She shouted, "You wretched maids, go fetch Sanlang for me!"

When she and the Emperor were intimate, her four personal maids sometimes heard her call the Emperor “Sanlang,” but never had they seen her so out of control. They exchanged glances and knelt, too scared to speak.

Her most trusted eunuch, Zhong Mengquan, hurried in, frowning. "Oh, Your Highness, the Emperor has retired for the night. If you have us disturb him now, it will only bring you trouble."

Noble Consort Yu suppressed her anger, her voice trembling, "It's that wretch! I dreamed of her. She's dead, but her ghost still haunts me!"

Hearing this, Zhong Mengquan gestured for the four maids to leave. He then drew the curtain and personally poured her a cup of tea. "Your Highness, the deposed Empress is dead. You are the most esteemed in the palace. Even in death, she cannot trouble you."