35 Life hangs on a thread
◎ She screamed heartbreakingly: "No!"◎
Song Jinyi stared at Chun Sanniang's retreat while looking around for any hope of survival.
The eunuchs and palace maids were in chaos, and the guards had not arrived yet. Some of the concubines hid behind the eunuchs and palace maids in panic, while some saw the situation clearly and boldly stood in front of the empress dowager, taking advantage of the situation to act like the good guys.
Those who were standing on the platform with Song Jinyi all moved away and fled to the bottom of the platform, but Song Jinyi was the only target that could not be avoided.
Where is she hiding?!
Chun Sanniang held the sword with both hands, her eyes wide as a cow's, and her whole body was like an arrow on a string, ready to be shot.
As soon as she turned slightly, Chun Sanniang chased her relentlessly. Song Jinyi was forced into a corner with no way to retreat. Seeing the hairpin stabbing towards her, Song Jinyi closed her eyes in fear.
A few seconds later, she heard the sound of a sharp blade piercing into her flesh, "Puchi". Her whole face wrinkled up and she didn't dare to open her eyes. After a while, she still didn't feel the pain she had imagined.
She tentatively opened half an eye and saw a familiar figure standing in front of her. She looked at his profile against the light. He had his head lowered, his deep brows tightly furrowed, as if he was enduring something.
She couldn't understand what happened the moment she closed her eyes. Wasn't Xie Wuyang outside?
Song Jinyi called him softly a few times, and seeing that he didn't respond, she walked around to Xie Wuyang.
At that moment, her pupils trembled violently. She saw that the pearl hairpin was completely embedded in Xie Wuyang's abdomen, leaving only the flower decoration on the top. The pearls on it had fallen somewhere unknown. Blood dyed the flower decoration red and dripped down the hairpin.
The blood seemed to be dripping on her heart, burning her heart. She reached out her hand absentmindedly to touch the wound, but retracted it, afraid of hurting Xie Wuyang.
She looked at the large pool of blood and was so afraid that he would die, so she called for help to the crowd.
The hall was noisy. Some people were maintaining order, some were carrying away the murderer's body, and everyone's attention was focused on the noble person in the hall.
Song Jinyi and the others huddled in a corner, and no one cared about their life or death.
The palace maids hurriedly brought three or four imperial doctors to calm the noble lady down. Song Jinyi knelt on the ground with Xie Wuyang, who was bleeding, in her arms.
His lips were gray and his face was almost transparent. She hugged Xie Wuyang tightly and kept begging, hoping that someone could save this dying man.
But no one responded at all. Even though the nobles didn't even have any minor injuries, and even though the imperial doctors gathered around them, no one came to see them.
Song Jinyi felt Xie Wuyang's breath growing weaker and weaker. She was extremely panicked. What should she do? What should she do?!
When she looked around, she saw a medicine box left in the corner. She didn't know which imperial physician had left it there.
She didn't care about anything else at this moment and immediately stood up to get the box. Fortunately, everyone in the hall was busy with their own things and no one noticed them.
Her heart was beating fast and she tremblingly poured out all the bottles and jars. Fortunately, each bottle and jar had a label on it.
Song Jinyi didn't know how to treat wounds, so she could only go ahead. She gritted her teeth, tightly grasped the outer end of the hairpin, closed her eyes, and pulled the hairpin out of Xie Wuyang's abdomen.
Even though he was in a coma, Xie Wuyang groaned in pain, and Song Jinyi felt uncomfortable.
Xie Wuyang was injured because of her, but she couldn't do anything to make him suffer less. She hung her head and blamed herself for not learning some life-saving knowledge in her daily life.
Song Jinyi picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured it on the wound, then used the imperial golden medicine and sprinkled it on the wound as if it were free.
She had no experience in bandaging patients, only experience in making rice dumplings. She helped Xie Wuyang up and let his chin rest on her shoulder. She put her arms around him lightly, as if hugging him, and bandaged the wound with her hands in circles, alternating between them.
After a quick meal, Song Jinyi sat there with her head drooped, her hands gently stroking Xie Wuyang's back. How come she only just realized how thin he was? Feeling him from head to toe, she felt that he had less than two pounds of flesh on him.
When she returns this time, she will definitely give him some good nourishment.
Song Jinyi left two bottles of hemostatic medicine and gauze, and quickly packed up the bottles and jars and put them back where they belonged.
She patted his shoulder soothingly and whispered, "Just wait until you leave the palace."
Song Jinyi thought she could only wait for a while to let them leave the palace, and she would go find a doctor to re-bandage the wound.
After a while, Xie Wuyang gradually regained consciousness. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. Cold sweat broke out all over his body. He was breathing hissingly and opening his eyes intermittently.
When he looked up, he saw Song Jinyi's anxious expression, as if he was a very important person to her.
He suddenly asked, "Why are you so nice to me?"
Xie Wuyang watched Song Jinyi's lips moving up and down, but he could not hear any sound.
*****
Things did not develop as Song Jinyi had imagined - they were unable to leave the palace.
Because of the assassination attempt, the cook who came with Chun Sanniang was detained in the Imperial City Prison.
The sudden change from the magnificent inner palace to this dark prison was an embarrassing one. Everyone also understood that once they entered the prison of the Imperial City, they would be lucky to be able to keep their lives, let alone any rewards.
This incident was caused by Chun Sanniang, and the fire inevitably spread to Li He. First, some people gossiped and instigated him, then some people spoke ill of him, and some even wanted to take action.
Song Jinyi couldn't bear to watch this and stopped them, saying, "You guys don't even think about how to get out of this prison, but you keep bullying a weak woman. How shameless!"
Someone complained, "If you weren't so petty and hadn't said too much in front of the Queen Mother, driving Chun Sanniang crazy in public, we wouldn't have reached this situation today. You can't escape responsibility either!" When this person saw Song Jinyi stand up, he added fuel to the fire with inflammatory words, trying to put the fire on her.
Song Jinyi naturally understood his intentions and glanced at the man coldly. "If I don't make this clear in advance and the Queen Mother finds out, I'll be convicted of deceiving the emperor. We all came here together, how can we escape the charge of being accomplices?"
Without waiting for the man to answer, she asked again, "You are quite capable now, but why didn't you come and restrain Chun Sanniang when she went crazy? Just treat her as a mad attack and don't alarm the Queen Mother. This is hindsight, which is no better than fart!"
In the past, perhaps Song Jinyi would not have responded so angrily, and would have advocated the idea that harmony brings wealth.
But this time, she was in prison, her future uncertain. Xie Wuyang had a high fever again, and she was already upset. Seeing that this group of people only knew how to bully her, she had no choice but to be rude.
"You——" The man stammered twice and then fell silent.
The prison fell silent. Song Jinyi squatted in front of Xie Wuyang, staring at him quietly, wondering when he would wake up. She was terrified of this place.
There was no sign of human life in this prison; it was gloomy and chilly.
In the prison, not to mention medicine, there was not even a wet towel. She held Xie Wuyang's hand, praying that the cool air here would suppress the heat in his body.
This night passed in a daze.
The inner prison had high walls and deep fortifications, and there were no windows in the cells, so not a single ray of light could get in. Facing the pitch-black walls, Song Jinyi didn't know how much time had passed or what time it was.
The only way to infer that it was the next day was from the few dry and hard buns brought by the jailer.
She poked Xie Wuyang's head and found that Xie Wuyang's high fever had not subsided and was even a little hot to the touch. Song Jinyi panicked and sought help from others.
Someone kindly helped them check the wound and said that the hairpin might have pierced too deep, injuring their internal organs, and the bleeding could not be stopped. If this continued, the wound would become inflamed and ulcerated.
She sighed that she had the foresight to keep some things. She cheered herself up and used the gauze and medicine she had hidden away to change the gauze for Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang woke up halfway, his head still confused, not knowing where he was. He just asked her in a low voice when he could return to Yunzhou.
Song Jinyi held his hand and answered irrelevantly, "We will definitely be able to get out." She said this to him as well as to herself.
She hadn't eaten, drunk or slept for a whole day and night, and still had to take care of a patient. After finishing all this, she fell asleep, not knowing whether she was hungry or sleepy.
She felt that as soon as she closed her eyes, there was a sound of earth-shaking. She looked ahead in confusion.
The cooks cried out loudly that something was wrong.
Song Jinyi was so sleepy that she wanted to continue closing her eyes and sleeping, but she heard screams and the voices of the jailers.
It turned out that Prince Yu asked the jailer to deal with them because they messed up the Queen Mother's birthday banquet.
Now Song Jinyi’s sleepiness was gone.
Everyone was taken to an open space. Song Jinyi wanted to help Xie Wuyang up, but was violently dragged to an open space by the jailer. Her wrist was rubbed and bleeding.
She rubbed her wrist and looked around the unfamiliar environment. Although she didn't know what this place was used for, the bloodstains on the ground that had not yet dried and some human tissue made it hard not to understand what this place was.
She frantically searched for Xie Wuyang, but couldn't find him. Song Jinyi hurriedly got up to look for him, but was pinned down and warned, "Behave yourself, or I'll kill you first."
The man dragging Xie Wuyang threw him to the ground like trash and said, "This kid is half dead. How about giving him a quick death?"
A rather burly jailer, wiping his machete with a white handkerchief, said without even looking up, "Alright, let's chop this guy off first and give him a quick death!"
The blade shone with a cold white light. I wonder how many people had died under its blade in the past.
The man threw the handkerchief away, grasped the knife handle with both hands, raised it high, and cut through the air, making a sound of the knife. Song Jinyi felt as if her heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, her breathing became difficult, and she was almost out of breath.
She struggled desperately, but could only watch the knife falling straight down. She screamed heartbreakingly, "No!"
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