Chapter 55 How could he be so unreasonable...?
"No, I won't listen to your lies! You're all lying to me, you only know how to lie... He's the only person I can trust, and you've even taken him away from me!"
“Time and time again, they’ve tried to break us up…” She tightened her grip.
Leng Cuizhu was already exhausted, and when the girl suddenly tightened her grip, her cervical spine cracked, and her consciousness completely collapsed.
In the blinding white light, she actually saw a bright, verdant green color.
Then she saw green meadows, flocks of lambs, and a green apple tree.
She also heard cheerful piano music.
A bullock cart drove toward the meadow. On the cart sat a richly dressed couple. The husband was playing the accordion to amuse his wife, while the wife held up a lace umbrella and admired the surrounding scenery.
In the midst of their peaceful moment, a girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere, climbed onto the oxcart like a rat, and directly beheaded the terrified couple with an axe.
In the blink of an eye, the axe was in Leng Cuizhu's hands.
Two headless corpses lay at her feet.
Dark, shiny, indescribable things crawled out from the gaps in the corpse, licking the tips of her shoes and climbing up her body.
While she hesitated, several of them climbed onto her shoulders and burrowed down her neck toward her ear canals.
She quickly tried to pull it off.
After tearing off one, there's still one left.
They all climbed onto her, one by one.
So she used the axe in her hand to chop.
This brutal method worked; those creatures were quickly hacked to pieces and collapsed onto the corpses, becoming a pool of mud.
She thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but she missed one.
The creature cunningly climbed up from behind, reaching her shoulder, and then reached out to grope her cheekbone.
She immediately turned her head to grab it.
The moment she grabbed that thing, she also tackled it to the ground.
"No...no!"
She no longer felt like she was being taken over by anything else.
She won't let them crawl inside her.
She suddenly exerted her strength. The thing beneath her cried out in pain.
It was a little girl's voice.
She blinked, finally snapping out of her reverie.
The creature lying beneath her, which she was choking, wasn't a monster at all, but rather a girl who had appeared out of nowhere.
"Auntie," the girl said, tears welling in her eyes, "please...please let me go, okay?"
She burst into tears: "I want to go home so badly, Auntie. I haven't been home in so long. I miss my mother so much... I'm not looking for him anymore."
The child's voice trembled; he was still quite young.
For some reason, it reminded Leng Cuizhu of her childhood.
She didn't know who the 'he' the girl was talking about was, and she didn't really care.
She just started to feel sorry for herself again, recalling how she was young and had been just as reckless for love.
As for her mother... she had never met her. She would often, in the dead of night, clumsily imitate other children and miss their mothers, as if she had a beautiful memory with her.
Having never received maternal love, one naturally does not know what lack is.
Having never received maternal love, she naturally didn't know what maternal love truly was. Her love for Leng Zhen was more of a projection of the care she lacked with Yin Yuan onto him. Compared to maternal love, it was more like a sugar-coated love, but inside was a dense, chaotic mix of resentment and hatred, like cockroach egg cases.
She didn't want to go looking for them anymore.
She swallowed hard, her throat tightening. "You should leave."
Then, he slowly released his grip on the girl's neck.
In the instant she completely let go, the girl picked up a stone from the edge of the pool and smashed it against the back of her head.
"No, no... I won't go back! I'm going to wait for him..."
"you……"
She was severely injured and, unable to struggle, fainted from the pain.
I woke up again, but I was woken up by the cold.
She was back in bed, and the man was stripping her clothes off piece by piece until she was left only in her undergarment. She raised her hand and shoved the man in front of her.
Yin Yuan fell to the ground.
He changed into his nightgown, which covered his body completely, obscuring his injuries. He held his clothes in one hand and gauze in the other, staring blankly upwards.
"You still won't let me bandage your wound?"
"Where is that person?" She raised her hand to touch the swollen bump on the back of her head, her head throbbing with pain.
Yin Yuan stared at her with a cold gaze.
"If you don't know, how could I possibly know?"
"You killed me just so you could elope with him? What kind of bewitching potion did he give you?"
"...What are you saying, sir? It wasn't me who wanted to kill you, nor was it me who stabbed you."
She secretly thought that Yin Yuan must have mistaken the masked girl for her in the dark, since the girl's exposed eyes were indeed very similar to hers.
“Hmm,” the man lowered his eyes, “It’s not you, it’s a ghost.”
How could he be so unreasonable?
He was already annoyed enough by almost being strangled to death, and then she was mocked by him with every word, as if he were an enemy. He was heartbroken after being stabbed, but wasn't she afraid?
She was truly exhausted, and even if she wasn't, she wouldn't give Yin Yuan a single comforting look.
"I really don't know what to say when you put it that way."
She turned her back to the man and said, "Let's go to sleep."
After a while, there was a slight movement beside her.
The man seemed to have just taken a bath, his whole body exuding a fresh fragrance, especially his loose hair. Even with her back to him, she could smell the faint scent of cypress leaves from the hair on his pillow.
The reassuring scent, mixed with the stench of blood, diluted it considerably.
The girl ran away; she might reappear someday.
How will she deal with it next time...?
How could Leng Cuizhu not be heartbroken? She was powerless and if she were caught, she would only be waiting to die, unless she had a sudden burst of energy in her dying moments like tonight and managed to subdue the girl.
Yin Yuan is unreliable. It seems she will have to seek Si Qing's help tomorrow. When she has nothing to do, she will stay at the Marquis's place, since it's just next door and not far away.
If Yin Yuan comes to check up on her, she can just climb over the wall and come back.
That's pretty good.
But ultimately, this is not a long-term solution.
She was thin and weak, and often unable to protect herself.
She used to think that Yin Yuan loved her and would protect her. The madam had always taught her to try to please men and seek their protection. Her sisters were all busy losing weight, shaping their bodies, and applying makeup. Under her influence, she grew up crooked and became like a parasitic flower, unable to withstand any wind or rain.
This shouldn't be happening.
It is extremely foolish to rely on others for protection instead of relying on oneself.
She can be used, but she must never be manipulated.
Previously, Madam Yin had boasted to her that she was not only an expert in archery and horsemanship, but also skilled in martial arts.
If I were to ask Madam Yin to teach me a few tricks, it wouldn't be too much to ask, would it? Madam Yin is all bark and no bite; if she cries a bit and complains a little, she'll surely succeed.
She felt a little relieved and was pulling the blanket over her shoulder when a sharp pain suddenly shot from the back of her head to her brow, causing her to furrow her brow immediately.
The lump at the back of the head is hidden under the hair, making it difficult to rub and impossible to find.
She withdrew her hand from her head.
Let's deal with it tomorrow.
She repeated it to herself several times.
But it hurts so much.
Moreover, the ever-spreading heat made her fear that she was bleeding. If she did bleed, the bloodstains on the pillow would have to be completely torn up and washed.
After much deliberation, just before she was too to think in her pain, she sprang out of bed.
What are you doing?
Yin Yuan was still awake, staring at her with a look of disgust.
Even the most good-tempered Ren Lengcui couldn't take it anymore. She sat down next to the man, rolled her eyes blatantly, and sighed repeatedly.
Before she could finish speaking, Yin Yuan withdrew his hateful gaze, only occasionally glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
She glared at me every time.
"I have a headache, I need to get out of bed and apply some peppermint oil."
"no."
The man replied quickly: "We can't apply the medicated oil."
"I've always done it this way, why doesn't it work? Just leave me alone and go to sleep if you want."
Yin Yuan sat up and grabbed her arm expressionlessly: "Applying medicated oil can damage your brain."
"You mean I'm not smart enough, right? What gives you the right to openly or indirectly mock me?" She shook off the man's hand. "I've really had enough of you. And you, haven't you had enough of mocking me after all these years? Since you're so free, why don't you put more effort into your career in the government? Maybe you could get a promotion or something."
"Is it that you don't want to, or that you simply can't do it?"
Even after all these years, Yin Yuan still speaks incoherently, like telling riddles that he expects her to guess.
He was spoiled and pampered. As a master, he had a group of servants serving him every day. As a prefect, he also had many subordinates who flattered him. Over time, he could only express his needs in a few simple words. All the servants, subordinates, and even her in the past had to painstakingly analyze the words and try to understand what he really wanted.
Leng Cuizhu didn't want to get used to it. She had been like this for the past few months. If he said anything that displeased her, she wouldn't be surprised if he confronted her.
"You've been stabbed so many times and you still haven't died. Your life is really tough," she sneered.
The man watched her get out of bed and rummage through the cabinet for medicinal oil.
His lips moved slightly, his tired eyelids drooped, and he turned his head to look at the wrinkles on the sheets beside him, speechless.
When Leng Cuizhu rummaged through the cabinet and found the medicinal oil, she turned around and found that the person on the bed was gone.
Yin Yuan has disappeared.
She glanced at the door that wasn't closed properly not far away, and it seemed she had slunk away without even closing the door.
She went over and locked the door, then went back to bed to apply the medicated oil.
The next morning, Linglan came to see her, saying that Yin Yuan had fainted from excessive blood loss on the street the night before and had been taken to the infirmary by a passing night watchman.
Yi Yinwan's expression wasn't very good when she found out, and she told her to go to the ward as soon as she woke up in the morning.
"And what about Madam?"
"Is Madam going too?"
To be honest, she didn't want to see Yin Yuan.
If you're sick, you're sick; if you're injured, you're injured. She's not a doctor, so why would you need to talk to her? Just because Yin Yuan mistook the strange girl from last night for her and thought she stabbed him, does she have to admit to this fabricated story and take responsibility for him?
She might as well spend that time sleeping with Si Qing.
At least it's fun.
But since Madam Yin was also going, she decided to go after a moment's consideration.
Upon arriving at the ward, the maidservant led her upstairs to the second floor. As soon as they reached the top, they bumped into several hurried medical staff, who spilled water from their basins, splashing it all over her skirt.
"Ahhh—I'm so sorry! My wife, I'm so sorry!"
The nimble maidservant had already hidden behind Leng Cuizhu. Hearing this, she poked her head out and said, "Why are you in such a hurry! Can't the physician take the other staircase? Why do you have to squeeze into this side?"
"Replying to Sister Linglan, the other staircase is even more crowded than this one..."
"Alright, alright, it was just an accident, nothing serious. Let's all calm down," Leng Cuizhu quickly smoothed things over, stepping aside to let the physicians pass. "You can go now."
The young maid was pulled along by her, looking at her, then at the departing physician, wanting to scold but holding back.
No wonder the lady said that about her. A person who is so timid and hesitant is indeed unlikely to achieve great things.
Yi Yinwan was filing her nails by the door when she saw Leng Cuizhu come up, and her long-sullen expression finally improved.
She raised her voice: "Lily of the Valley, quickly bring Lady Leng inside, don't keep her waiting impatiently."
"ah?"
Before Leng Cuizhu could react, she was shoved into the room by the maid, staggering and almost falling over.
When I turned my head, the door was already tightly shut and I couldn't push it open at all.
All that could be heard was laughter that was growing fainter and fainter outside.
"What's going on..."
How come she was used as a target before she even had a chance to make use of Yi Yinwan?
She had a strong premonition.
Sure enough, she turned around and looked up, meeting the gaze of the man on the bed.
Yin Yuan silently closed the folding fan in his hand, turned his gaze to look elsewhere, but couldn't help glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
"What are you doing here? You're not a doctor."
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