Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 520 The Tyrant's Little Palace Maid (1)

Forgetful little brain couldn't sustain her thinking about one thing for long, so she quickly fell asleep again.

After she woke up three times, she finally saw living people, but in the blink of an eye she was sold, and sold to a brothel.

Qinglou Wangyou knew it wasn't a good place, because her grandparents wouldn't allow her older brother to go there. But she was only two years old, her older brother was gone, and her parents were gone too. Where could she go if she ran away?

With a "what's done is done" attitude, Wangyou successfully made herself the darling of Zuixianglou. When she turned sixteen, the madam released her.

Because Wangyou's beauty was becoming more and more outstanding, neither the madam nor the girls in the brothel could bear to see her being ruined by all sorts of scoundrels. Now that she was sixteen, the brothel could no longer protect her, so they let her fend for herself.

Once outside the brothel, with no relatives or friends around, Wangyou had no idea where she could go.

Then she saw a long line of people ahead of her, not knowing what they were doing, but they seemed to be looking for work, and they were all girls. It was like a pillow being delivered to someone who was sleepy.

Then, in a daze, Wangyou signed up. Only then did she realize that the palace was selecting palace maids. Wangyou wondered if she could return the goods.

The answer was, of course, no. So Wangyou simply calmed down and entered the palace.

I've heard that the current emperor is a tyrant, the kind who'll kill people at the slightest provocation.

However, Wangyou has eyes and can see. To see if an emperor is doing a good job, you have to look at the people under his rule. Wangyou doesn't know about other things, but he can still see that the capital city is very safe and the people are living in peace and contentment.

So, what exactly is this tyrant like? That remains to be seen.

However, His Majesty is only about twenty years old, has few women in his harem, no empress, and seems to be indifferent to women.

Wangyou listened to gossip all the way, and also learned that the current Empress Dowager was not the Emperor's biological mother. It was said that the Empress Dowager's biological son was a leisurely prince, so the nature of their relationship was still questionable.

Because of her outstanding appearance, Wangyou was successfully ostracized by the newly arrived palace maids, but she didn't care.

Next came the constant learning of etiquette and rules. This shouldn't have been difficult for Wangyou, but every time she prepared to bow to the instructor, the instructor would be struck by lightning.

Once or twice is an accident, but three times is no longer an accident. After that, the instructing nanny and the head eunuch dared not let Wangyou perform the bowing gesture anymore. They still taught her every day, but they dared not let Wangyou demonstrate for them again.

Although I haven't been able to demonstrate it before.

After her training period ended, Wangyou was packed up and sent to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to work as a cleaning maid.

Wangyou adapted well, and working in the emperor's palace, she didn't have to worry too much about being bullied by the other palace women. Although the emperor's harem only had a handful of women, it was inevitable that she would be ostracized by the other palace women of the same period.

Aunt Qiu, the head of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, chose Wangyou because she was beautiful at first glance. However, when she arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she realized that the girl's beauty was not seductive, but rather had a divine quality that made people want to worship her.

The head eunuch, Eunuch Pan, thought so too. After inquiring further, he made her a cleaning maid.

There's no other reason than that this is safer!

While sweeping, Wangyou was also slacking off. When she had a spare moment, she even had the mind to see what was happening in the front hall. Then she saw several people being carried out, with a trail of blood on the ground.

Life is tough, so we sigh and worry.

Working in the Hall of Mental Cultivation is good, but every now and then a few corpses are carried out. There are fewer corpses of ministers and more corpses of palace maids. And these palace maids have one thing in common: they are preparing to climb into someone's bed.

Honestly, why can't we just enjoy our peaceful lives? Why do we have to be so desperate and try to climb into bed with him?

Although Wangyou has not been here long, she has already figured out a pattern: the emperor is actually very tolerant. As a minister, as long as you don't commit crimes and insist on opposing the emperor, you can point your finger at him and curse him if you are right. Otherwise, you will lose your head.

As palace maids and eunuchs, as long as they did their jobs well and kept their mouths shut, they could basically live a good life.

As a palace maid, Wangyou's daily work consisted of sweeping the floor and wiping tables. Therefore, in the three months she had been there, she had never seen the emperor even once, let alone knelt before him.

Moreover, the monthly allowance at the Hall of Mental Cultivation is high, amounting to one or two taels of silver per month. Outside, a family of nine might not be able to save one or two taels of silver in half a year. Therefore, Wangyou is very content.

However, Wangyou didn't save much money; she used it all to treat herself. But later she got along well with the imperial kitchen. Although her cooking was like pig swill, she was quick-witted.

This led to him suggesting to the head of the imperial kitchen to improve the meals. Over time, the head of the imperial kitchen received a reward and would secretly save a portion of whatever food he made for Wangyou.

The days without worries are so carefree, aren't they? She remembered that Eunuch Liu said he would save her a big pork knuckle today, and she wanted to finish her work quickly so she could eat it.

Unfortunately, plans don't always go as expected. The tyrant killed quite a few people today, and Wangyou and the other cleaning maids were busy wiping away the bloodstains. By the time they finished, they were so hungry that their stomachs were practically sticking to their backs.

Despite feeling sleepy, Wangyou took her large pork knuckle from the imperial kitchen and sneaked off to her residence.

However, fate is unpredictable. On his way back, Wangyou unfortunately ran into the Tyrant, who was taking a walk. The problem was, he was alone.

Wangyou silently tucked the large pork knuckle into her bosom. "May Your Majesty be well."

Wangyou reluctantly performed a curtsy, and then, to Wangyou's horrified gaze, a bolt of lightning struck down, and the tyrant immediately fainted.

Wangyou was extremely flustered at the time, and then, on a whim, she reached out and picked up the tyrant, heading towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Before leaving, she made sure to hide her large elbow.

Both Eunuch Pan and Aunt Qiu were horrified as they watched His Majesty being carried back by Wangyou.

"What's wrong with Your Majesty?"

"I got struck by lightning," Wangyou said softly, after all, it wasn't a glorious thing.

Aunt Qiu glared at Wangyou, then quickly ordered someone to summon the imperial physician. Meanwhile, Wangyou secretly took her braised pork knuckle back to gnaw on it when no one was watching.

Even if she were to die tomorrow, she would rather die with a full stomach.

But before she could finish eating the pork knuckle, Aunt Qiu came looking for her. Wangyou had no choice but to reluctantly put down her pork knuckle and follow Aunt Qiu.

"Auntie, I didn't do anything!" Wangyou said, and was about to bow, but Aunt Qiu grabbed her. She didn't want to die.

Tell me the details of what happened back then.

After listening, Wangyou stopped worrying about whether or not to perform the proper etiquette and quickly explained the whole story.

After hearing this, Aunt Qiu felt it was utterly absurd that His Majesty, as the Son of Heaven, could not accept the courtesy of a mere palace maid.