In Guanju Palace, Hailanzhu listened with a mixture of excitement and fear to a palace maid saying that something seemed to have happened to Lord Nanchu of the Yehenara Prefecture. Apparently, a treasure that Lord Nanchu had kept had been stolen by a thief.
Hailanzhu grabbed the maid's arm tightly, her face contorted with rage, and said, "What did you say? The Yehenara manor's treasures were stolen by thieves! Wasn't it their princess who was in trouble?"
The young palace maid cried out in pain, looking fearfully at the distorted face of Consort Chen, and cautiously said, "I inquired and found that the Princess Consort of Yehenara Mansion was not in any danger. Prince Yu even took the Sixth Princess and the Ninth Princess from the palace to see Princess Consort Zhalute."
What does that mean? That woman, Zhalute, was not harmed, nor was she taken away by that man, Dorje, or disfigured.
Ha, she said that Zhalute's daughter is a femme fatale, and that Dorje must have been bewitched by her bewitching looks, otherwise how come that slut Zhalute is still doing well?
Hailanzhu gritted her teeth nervously, her originally beautiful face losing much of its charm due to jealousy. The little palace maid summoned by Hailanzhu couldn't help but tremble at the sight of her.
"No, she can't just sit here and wait to die!"
Hailanzhu muttered to herself.
"You go out first and call Perrin."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the young palace maid replied nervously and went out.
On the way, when she encountered Pei Lan's head maid, the younger maid told her about how the Empress had just asked her to call for Pei Lan.
Perrin nodded knowingly, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes as she looked at the terrible scar that had been accidentally revealed on the little palace maid's sleeve.
Their lady's temperament has become increasingly extreme ever since she met Lady Zhalute.
It must have been tough on these easily injured palace maids.
Perrin looked at the young palace maid with pity, then suddenly called out to her as she was about to leave, "Wait, take this back."
Pei Lan handed a small bottle of white porcelain to the young palace maid.
The young palace maid was stunned and raised her head in confusion.
Perrin gave her a look. "It's for treating wounds. Apply it twice a day, and it will heal faster."
The young palace maid said gratefully, "This servant thanks Sister Peilan very much."
Perrin turned and walked away, so she didn't see the innocent-looking palace maid give her a complicated look.
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evening.
Nan Chu arrived at a dungeon in the mansion.
She looked indifferently at the man lying on the flatbed, his body wrapped up tightly.
The man lying there was breathing so shallowly that if it weren't for the visible rise and fall of his chest, one would almost mistake him for a corpse.
"You need to know why I let you live."
Nan Chu said coldly.
The man lying there remained silent for a long time. Nan Chu received no response and, not caring, prepared to leave directly.
As he was about to leave, the man said, as if suppressing some emotion, "I know."
Nan Chu gave a cold laugh and left.
Dorjee was left to recuperate in the dungeon of Yehenara Prefecture.
Dorje stared at the black walls of the dungeon for a long time, as if he could see through them a woman who always appeared in his dreams.
Zhalute.
The name was slowly uttered, conveying a deep emotion.
She also lives on this land, perhaps in the apartment above his.
But she already had a husband, while he, like a rat in a sewer, dreamt every day of the sweet life she and her husband shared.
Dorjee felt disgusted by his immoral behavior, yet he couldn't help but fantasize.
If only he had met her sooner, if only his brother hadn't had that accident... but alas, there are no "ifs."
Dorje closed his eyes.
During his convalescence, love and hatred forced his body to gradually recover from its near-death state.
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