I insist

Chapter 148: Removing the Mask

Fortunately, the palace maids stopped running around, which gave Song Miqiu a very good experience.

She had been to the Cold Palace before, so she was naturally much more familiar with its layout. Although the detour was a bit bumpy, she wouldn't get lost.

Song Miqiu bent over and tiptoed forward, leaning against the wall. She walked to a window, held onto the window frame with both hands, and slowly moved her head up to see what was happening inside.

Consort Can sat expressionlessly on a wooden stool, drinking tea. Perhaps the large amount of medicine she had bought with her points earlier had taken effect, because Consort Can's complexion was rosy, indicating that she had recovered very well.

She looked at the doorway with some surprise, not expecting that she would get there faster than Lin Fei by taking a detour.

Song Miqiu mentally reviewed the route she had just taken, immediately deciding that if anything else came up, she would follow that route to find Consort Can, since the journey had been faster.

Suddenly the door was flung open, startling Song Miqiu so much that her shoulders hunched. Inside, Consort Can, however, seemed unfazed, calmly sipping her tea.

Lin Fei strode in with a cold face. She glanced around and was about to see Song Miqiu when the latter quickly squatted down and pulled her head back. After a while, she poked her head out again to look at everything inside.

"You actually have the mind to drink tea?"

"Why not?" Consort Can slowly put down her teacup, then slowly raised her eyes to look at Consort Lin. Her gaze was indifferent, as if nothing could arouse her emotions.

Consort Lin was used to being favored by the Emperor, and she already disliked Consort Can. Seeing Consort Can being treated this way even after being banished to the Cold Palace only fueled her anger.

She gave a look to the two palace maids beside her, and they instantly understood.

The two women walked around the wooden table, and one of them grabbed Canfei's arm and lifted her up from the wooden stool.

Consort Can was forced to stand up, her expression showing slight displeasure, but mostly indifference.

"Since our Consort Can is so principled, how about we add a little something extra for her and let her experience it properly?"

Consort Lin sneered, her eyes full of mockery. She flicked her finger, and the palace maid immediately released her grip on Consort Can's arm.

The latter lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

The floor of the Cold Palace was not as clean as that of the Imperial Bedchamber; it was covered with small pebbles. Consort Can scratched her arm hard on the pebbles, leaving several abrasions on her otherwise fair skin.

Song Miqiu watched all this from the shadows, her face unconsciously scrunching up. She squinted, pressing one hand to her eyes, perhaps unable to bear what she was seeing.

She gritted her teeth, and seeing that Consort Can remained silent, Song Miqiu silently gave Consort Can a thumbs up.

If it were me, I would definitely beg for mercy immediately, after all, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle.

Before Consort Can could get up, the palace maid stepped hard on Consort Can's hand, twisting her toes to make her hand covered in dust.

The latter's previously calm expression quickly cracked; she gritted her teeth and furrowed her brows tightly.

Consort Can tried to push the other woman away, but it was clear that she was no match for the palace maid in terms of strength, so there was no way she could push her away.

After tormenting her for a while, Consort Lin finally raised her hand to signal the palace maid to release Consort Can's hand.

Canfei was breathing heavily. Just as she was about to catch her breath, her chin was suddenly hooked up by fingers, forcing her to lift her face again. She supported herself on the ground with one hand, while her other hand, which had been stepped on for a long time, hurt so much that Canfei pulled it into her bosom.

She stared coldly at Consort Lin in front of her, without saying a word.

"Look at you! Marrying the Emperor wasn't a good thing, was it? Instead, you married a crazy man and angered the Emperor." Consort Lin clicked her tongue twice. "Now, where is your former glory of opposing me? You're not even worthy to carry my shoes!"

The pain gradually subsided, and Canfei's brows relaxed.

She glanced away, showing no intention of continuing to pay attention to Consort Lin.

Consort Can knew that Consort Lin was not a very patient person. She knew that if she pretended to be stupid for a while, Consort Lin would definitely leave the Cold Palace as soon as possible, leaving the Cold Palace and giving her some peace and quiet.

As expected, Consort Lin tormented Consort Can quite a bit. Seeing that the other party was always indifferent, she only cried out once when her hand was stepped on by a palace maid. Otherwise, she didn't say a word.

This instantly piqued her interest. Consort Lin had traveled a long way to the Cold Palace just to show Consort Can how well she was doing now, and she also wanted to mock Consort Can.

As a result, the other person just stared at her expressionlessly the whole time, which she found very boring.

She shook off Consort Can's chin, slowly stood up, and gently wiped her hands with a handkerchief. Perhaps disgusted by the scent of Consort Can, Consort Lin threw the used handkerchief forcefully at Consort Can's face.

Consort Lin placed her hand on the back of the maid's hand beside her, looked down at Consort Can's disheveled appearance, and said coldly, "Let's go."

Soon everyone left the Cold Palace, and only then did Song Miqiu, who had been hiding in the shadows, dare to come out.

She hid in the shadows and witnessed the entire process of how Consort Lin treated Consort Can, but fortunately Consort Lin left after only a short while.

Song Miqiu appeared beside Consort Can, looking down at the wound on Consort Can's hand. Just as she was about to treat it, she heard Consort Can coldly ask, "Why didn't you leave with your master?"

Song Miqiu paused, realizing who Consort Can was referring to as her master.

She pursed her lips and retorted in a low voice, "Consort Lin is not my mistress."

Upon hearing this, Consort Can turned to look at Song Miqiu, and seeing that she was an older woman, she raised an eyebrow.

A cold sensation came from the wound, and Canfei subconsciously looked down to see that the other party had applied a layer of ointment to her wound. "Why bother? I'll get hurt again in a few days anyway."

Song Miqiu originally wanted to ask Consort Can about the items directly, but thinking that she probably wouldn't get any information out of her while wearing this human skin mask, she decided to remove the mask from her face.

"I wanted to ask you some questions."

The mask was removed, and Consort Can's gaze was drawn to it. When she saw Song Miqiu's beautiful face, her stagnant mind was suddenly activated.

She sat there blankly in front of Song Miqiu, letting him treat her wounds, her other hand slowly touching Song Miqiu's cheek, "You..."

As Consort Can recalled what had just happened, tears quickly welled up in her eyes. She sniffed, lowered her red eyes, and said in a sobbing voice, "You've finally come, haven't you?"

Song Miqiu fell silent instantly. She did not respond to Consort Can's words, knowing that the other party might regard her as her father.

Consort Can slowly slid her hand down Song Miqiu's face, finally grasping Song Miqiu's hand tightly. Her slightly pale lips opened and closed, and she whispered many words.

Hearing Consort Canfei's regretful words, Song Miqiu felt a pang of unease. She pursed her lips, not in a hurry to ask about the whereabouts of the items.