Chapter 76 Chapter 76 This is not right, this is not right...
At dusk, Chu Qingdai arrived at the Qiu residence once again.
The white jade box, carved into the shape of a begonia flower, was filled with a pale yellow ointment, emitting a cool fragrance.
Madam Wang held the medicine box as if it were her daughter's life, expressing her gratitude profusely. She added, "Doctor Chu has gone through a lot of trouble. We have prepared a small feast; please do us the honor of having him come."
Chu Qingdai, of course, refused to eat at their house and made up an excuse to take her leave. Her story was so plausible that Madam Wang couldn't insist she stay, so she didn't say anything more and just told her maid to bring the prepared silver.
Two hundred taels in total.
"A girl's face is precious, please take extra care of her, doctor. Once she recovers, my daughter and I will definitely come to thank you in person."
It's all negotiable.
Having traveled to various residences, what situation couldn't Chu Qingdai handle? The result, of course, was a pleasant one for both host and guests.
After seeing the guests off at the ceremonial gate, Madam Wang didn't waste a moment and immediately turned around and headed to her daughter's residence.
As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I heard my daughter scolding the maid and the sound of porcelain shattering.
This is not a phoenix.
Since this wasn't the first time she had been disappointed, Madam Wang remained calm, showing no unusual expression, and gracefully walked into the room.
As soon as she entered, the room fell silent, as if everything had stopped, with only the soup flowing on the floor.
It was a bowl of bok choy and white meatball soup. The soup wasn't stock, it was just water, and the only seasoning was salt, and only a little bit of that.
This kind of thing certainly won't taste good.
But Qiu Qingfang had been taking it for four days in a row.
Every day, every meal, was just this bland and tasteless stuff.
I really didn't want to eat anymore; the smell alone was disgusting. I kept telling them to take it away, but the maid kept putting it on her face.
Cursing and throwing things are the least of their offenses.
She wished that blind fool would die immediately.
Why won't he die!
Anyone who gets in her way, may they all die!
But then my mother came over.
It was like a bucket of water being poured over her, instantly extinguishing all her arrogance and leaving only her guilt and cowardice.
She's already been scolded enough.
That's how sores develop.
They were afraid the news would get out.
How can that be?
That would be worse than death.
If it gets out, she'll die.
She would never live to be a laughingstock.
I'm just sorry to my mother.
She is truly unfilial.
Her mother was also humiliated because of her.
Her father would scold her once, and her mother would scold her twice, always saying that it was because her mother hadn't raised her well that she had done such a shameful thing.
When they can't stand being scolded anymore, they talk back.
Is she only her mother's child? Doesn't the father bear any responsibility? The reason they say such things about my mother and me is simply because they were instigated by those despicable people to deliberately humiliate us.
Her father hit her and said he would send her to the Dali Temple, saying he didn't have a daughter like her and that it was better to distance himself from her now so he could preserve his reputation and prevent her from causing trouble for the whole family in the future.
Dali Temple...
If I actually get there, will I still have any face left?
They didn't even need to go to the Dali Temple to lose face.
Her father beat her.
Her father actually hit her!
She made a huge fuss, shouting and demanding that her father send her to the Dali Temple. Fine, I'll go!
The mother pleaded desperately, her tears ruining her makeup, leaving patches of white and red that looked somewhat ridiculous.
My mother is no longer young, and her tears no longer look beautiful; they only make her look ridiculous. That's why her husband keeps bringing people home and giving her younger siblings.
My mother has had a really tough time these past two years. Her husband hasn't loved her for a long time, but at least he still respected her. In recent years, even that respect has gradually disappeared. My uncle made a mistake and was reprimanded, and now my daughter is doing this...
The mother's tears flowed into her daughter's heart.
She said nothing more.
Because I don't want to see my mother's pitiful and ridiculous appearance anymore.
Her silence emboldened her father, who berated her even more fiercely and with increasingly harsh words, but she did not utter a single word in response.
Finally, the father got tired of scolding her and temporarily let her go, as well as her poor mother.
Her father confined her to her quarters, forbidding her from leaving the house, without specifying how long he would keep her there.
But it doesn't matter, staying home is fine, she doesn't want to go out.
It wasn't until night that she belatedly realized she was afraid.
The matter was exposed, and the Dali Temple investigated her. Although the Dali Temple did not treat the matter as a case because of her father, there are so many people in the Dali Temple, and there must be more than one person who knows about it. If someone with a loose tongue were to tell others about it, what kind of reputation would she have?
what to do?
Her intuition told her there was no other way.
Her mind kept picturing people pointing and whispering about her after they found out about it. Whenever she appeared, their eyes would dart around, and they would start whispering among themselves...
She's really finished.
I couldn't sleep at all. I only felt sleepy when it was almost dawn, and I slept until the afternoon. That's when my face started to look a little off.
It was itchy, and the whole area was red. The girl looked at it and said it might be an insect bite, so I got some comfrey ointment for her to apply. It did feel much better after applying it, but because she was preoccupied, she didn't think much of it. Little did she know that it would get out of control later...
It was so serious that anyone would know it wasn't an insect bite but a boil, and she needed to see a doctor. But with so many boils and such an unsightly appearance, she didn't want to see outsiders, so she just asked someone to find her some folk remedies.
It's completely useless.
Half my face is covered in it. It hurts, but the worst part is the itch. I want to scratch, but I can't...
She finally couldn't bear it any longer and asked her mother to call a doctor for her.
Even seeing a doctor is unpleasant; there's something wrong here, something wrong there...
The girl had no sense of propriety.
Did she break a divine law?
Suddenly feeling tightness in her chest and shortness of breath, by the time she realized what was happening, the bowl was already broken, and the scolding that had escaped her lips had long since dissipated. Her mother walked in.
Her mother's fate was intertwined with her own; the laughter of those women was jarring, making her mother's sorrow almost impossible to hide. What was she thinking as she watched? She vowed to prove herself, not for herself, but for her mother.
However, this is how she looks now.
How would her mother look at her?
She dared not think about it, much less look at it.
"You all get out."
The mother chased everyone away.
She lowered her head as much as she could, not daring to look at anyone.
"Did you take your medicine?"
They hadn't eaten yet, and of course, they hadn't taken any medicine.
She told the truth.
The mother sighed.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but raise her head.
There was no blame on the mother's face, only pity.
A sour taste instantly filled my nose, and tears fell.
"Don't cry."
Her mother sat down next to her, wiped away her tears, and said, "You can't not eat." Then she stood up and walked outside.
"Go and bring the young lady's soup and medicine over."
The soup and medicine were quickly delivered, and the mother personally came in; it was still just the two of them in the room.
"Whether it's bitter or tasteless, don't be afraid, your mother will feed you."
The soup was truly awful, and the medicine was truly bitter; it was so bitter that tears streamed down her face.
"You have to drink it no matter how bitter it is. You're a pampered young lady, and your face can't be damaged."
Of course she knew that too.
After she took the medicine, her mother helped her wash up. Once everything was done, she took out the medicine box and applied the medicine to her.
My mother's fingers were soft, and the medicine felt cool and refreshing, but...
"it hurts!"
It feels like being pricked with a needle.
She was in so much pain that she kept hissing and wanted to reach out and scratch, but she held back.
Her mother was just as hard-hearted as she was, saying, "You have to endure the pain! This is a lesson from God. How will you learn if you don't swallow it?"
She cried in pain, but her mother's hands did not stop.
"Do you realize you were wrong now?"
"I understand," she said, crying.
Where did you go wrong?
"I shouldn't have even considered harming someone..."
"No! That wasn't harming anyone, it was seeking justice for you! You did nothing wrong in that respect."
She was stunned.
The mother continued, "Your mistake was that you did things in a dirty way, which gave people leverage over you, and you didn't even get things done."
Upon hearing these words, she forgot all about the pain on her face.
“A mere servant girl dares to block your way; killing her is too lenient.”
Why are you looking at me like that?
Because I always thought my mother was compassionate, otherwise how could those women have dared to be so arrogant?
The mother seemed to understand what she was thinking and said, "I've come to terms with it and I'm too lazy to get angry. At my age, do I still care who my husband sleeps with? I only care about you and your brother. As long as you're okay, I'll do anything. Your maternal grandparents' family is no longer an option, so in the future you'll only be able to rely on your father. Of course, I have to please him."
She was stunned, not expecting it to be like this.
Seeing her like this, her mother felt a pang of sadness. "I thought you knew..."
She didn't know.
She disappointed her mother.
The mother sighed again, "It seems I've been overestimating you all along. You're simply not cut out for this... In that case, just forget what I just said, and behave yourself from now on. Never touch anything you shouldn't do. It's okay if you suffer some losses; stability is the most important thing..."
She dared not speak, but she also disagreed with her mother's words.
Her mother looked down on her.
She just made a mistake once.
Thinking this way, I suddenly felt no fear, and my courage grew. I couldn't help but find my previous thoughts ridiculous.
So what if they trace it back to her? Has she admitted to it? Besides, they haven't even traced it back to her. Does she need to know what her uncle is doing? What does that matter have to do with her? Why should she be afraid?
That makes no sense.
but……
This isn't right, this isn't right...
Why did the sore burst? And why did blisters appear in areas where there were no sores...?
Qiu Qingfang noticed her mother's unusual behavior and asked, "What's wrong, Mother?"
The mother didn't speak, but just stared at her face in horror.
What's wrong?
She turned to look in the mirror.
I can't see it clearly.
What exactly happened?
Chu Qingdai was woken up just as she fell asleep.
The door was pounded on loudly, and someone shouted, "Miss! Get up! Miss!"
It's nothing unusual anymore.
"Get up!"
Jump up, wrap yourself in your clothes, and open the door.
"What's wrong? Which company are you looking for?" He said this while still tucking his arm into his sleeve.
"It's still the Qiu Transport Commissioner's house."
"What happened to his family this time?"
I never expected it to be the eldest daughter of the Qiu family.
"What...what happened?"
The young lady's hands were tied to the bed frame, and she was writhing on the bed, letting out piercing screams...
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask the doctor!" Madam Wang sat on the edge of the bed, holding her daughter's head in her arms, and looked at Chu Qingdai, who walked in with a shocked expression, and said coldly.
Upon seeing it clearly, Chu Qingdai's eyes widened in surprise.
At this moment, she shared the same thoughts as Lady Wang back then.
This isn't right, this isn't right...
How could this be?
How could that be?
What exactly went wrong?
This looks like lacquer disease.
How did this young lady contract lacquer disease?
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