Qingying suddenly felt that she was a stranger. The person who used to be so kind and gentle to her had changed into this.
It's as if they were sworn enemies from the beginning.
Oh, that's not hard to understand.
After searching for twelve years, she finally brought her daughter back to her side. Now she cherishes her daughter so much that she's afraid of dropping her or melting her. How could she allow Liu Shushu to suffer even the slightest grievance?
I'm afraid Liu Shushu poured out her grievances as soon as she got back, otherwise why would she be so angry?
Qingying felt that she might have underestimated Liu Shushu. Although she had been living away from home for many years, she was not a village girl who knew nothing.
"You don't want to play the piano? Then don't play it anymore." Madam Pan sneered.
Qingying stared at her in shock, a chill running down her spine.
"Someone, hold her down."
At Madam Pan's command, two servants came in and pressed down on Qingying's shoulders from both sides, forcing her to kneel down.
"No, let go of the girl!" Tong Xia rushed over to protect her, but was held back by two rough maids.
Madam Pan walked up to Qingying, looking down at her with disdain. "You are nothing but a lowly concubine's daughter, the lowest of the low, yet you dare to challenge the status of the legitimate daughter? I have spoiled you too much all these years, making you arrogant and ignorant."
Qingying stared at her in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly with fear, "What...what are you going to do?"
“Ying’er, you’re right. We can’t tarnish the reputation of the General’s Mansion. But you’ll inevitably encounter similar situations in the future. I’m doing this for your own good.” Madam Pan raised her eyebrows, snorted coldly, and gave Mu Jin a look.
Then Mu Jin went out and soon brought someone back in.
Qingying was a little puzzled when she saw him, "Qin Tian?"
Qin Tian is the adopted son and apprentice of Doctor Qin.
He stopped in front of Qingying, his tone somewhat helpless, "Third Miss, I apologize."
"what are you up to?"
He didn't answer, but instead ordered someone to press Qingying down on the ground, roll up her sleeves, and place her palms up.
Qingying watched as he slowly unwrapped the bandage from her hand, revealing the wound she had treated with medicine earlier that day. Then he opened his medicine box and took out a sharp dagger. Gradually realizing what he was about to do, fear crept into Qingying's heart like wildly growing vines.
She gave in, crying and begging for forgiveness: "Mother, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I will never go against my sister again, Mother, please forgive me, Mother..."
Hearing her call of "Mother" again and again, Madam Pan felt a pang of pity in her eyes. Looking at Qingying struggling in pain on the ground, she suddenly remembered the first time she met her.
Qingying was beautiful from a young age. When I first met her, she was only four years old. She was as delicate as a porcelain doll.
Pan still remembers it clearly. When she saw the little girl, she couldn't help but touch her neck and tighten her grip little by little.
The little girl stared at her in terror, her face gradually turning a deep purplish-red from being pinched. She cried out hoarsely, "Mother."
It was that one word, "Mother," that brought her back to her senses.
Mu Jin had someone gag Qing Ying with a cloth, and her uttered "Mother" was replaced by a muffled whimper.
"Madam, Madam, please spare the young lady! If you must punish someone, punish this servant instead..." Tongxia's heart-wrenching cries rang out.
But it stopped abruptly the next second.
She was knocked unconscious.
Qingying couldn't care less about anything else at this moment. She stared wide-eyed in horror as Qin Tian held a dagger close to her wrist.
She bit down hard on the cloth in her mouth, enduring the intense pain in her hand as she stared intently in Pan's direction, her eyes bloodshot. Her entire face was flushed red, and her hair, which had been tied up in the struggle, had long since come loose, with a few strands of hair mixed with what looked like sweat or tears sticking to her cheeks.
Pan saw deep hatred in her eyes.
As if struck by a sudden enlightenment, she jumped to her feet and rushed forward, yelling, "Stop! All of you, stop!"
Qin Tian immediately stopped what he was doing, and the servant holding Qingying also released his grip.
However, one of Qingying's tendons had been severed, and blood flowed from her wrist, meandering into a thin river of blood on the ground.
She bit down hard on the wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth, the pain turning her face from red to white, but her eyes were still so red they looked like they could shed tears of blood.
Pan seemed to be stung by the hatred in her eyes. She covered her chest with one hand and reached out with her other hand, her fingers trembling slightly, to touch her face.
Qingying turned away with difficulty, avoiding her touch.
Pan looked at her, frowned, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "You hate me? What right do you have to hate me? Your birth mother stole my husband and caused my daughter to disappear for twelve years, yet I raised you to adulthood, which is more than enough! Why do you still oppose me? Why!"
Qingying closed her eyes; pain spread through almost every nerve in her body, and she felt as if she might faint at any moment.
"Madam, shall we continue?" Qin Tian's voice came from beside her.
After a while, Madam Pan's voice finally rang out: "That's enough, let's leave it at that."
Qingying finally fainted.
...
Qingying had a very long dream, filled with mournful cries. She was abandoned in the snow, surrounded by a vast expanse of white, all alone, covered in blood, and no matter how much she cried out, there was no response.
It hurts...it really hurts...
When Qingying opened her eyes again, she could still hear soft sobbing.
She moved her left hand, the excruciating pain stimulating her nerves.
"Hiss—" She couldn't help but gasp.
Yu Yue, who was squatting by the bedside sobbing uncontrollably, wiped away her tears and immediately came over to check on her. "Miss, you're awake..."
"Why are you crying?" Qingying turned to look at her, revealing a very pale smile. "I'm not dead yet, help me up."
Yu Yue had been beaten up last time and her body hadn't fully recovered yet, so she endured the pain of her wounds being pulled and helped Qing Ying sit up.
Qingying's gaze shifted to her left hand, which was wrapped in layers of fine cloth. The faint smell of medicine filled her nostrils, reminding her once again of what had happened.
“I never imagined that Madam would be so heartless. I’m afraid that the young lady’s hands will be…” At this point, Yu Yue choked up, and tears streamed down her face again.
She didn't finish her sentence, but Qingying understood what she meant: with a severed tendon, her left hand would never be the same again.
She sighed deeply, "Fine, let it be as repayment for all those years of raising me..."
After a while, she looked at Yu Yue and said, "I'm a little hungry."
Yu Yue quickly wiped away her tears and stammered, "Yes, Miss must be hungry after sleeping for a day and a night. Look at my memory... There's porridge and chicken soup warming on the fire. Which would you like to eat first?"
"Chicken soup, please."
"Yes, yes, I'll go get it right away."
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