"Madam, it's not worth getting sick from getting angry."
"The Prime Minister is currently favoring Miss Qingwan, and with the Prince backing her up, you have always taught me to avoid conflict. Why bother arguing with Miss at this time?"
On the way to Ningsi Garden, Qin Ma kept talking non-stop.
Shuanghong also chimed in, "Miss Qingwan is just saying that; she won't really do anything to the young master."
Lin suddenly stopped, startling the two of them.
"She doesn't have the ability to touch my Ah Lin." Madam Lin had rushed over in a hurry, but she wasn't as angry as she had been at the beginning.
After all, that's just Lin Qingwan's personality. It's just that she's doing more and more outrageous things, constantly challenging her bottom line and tolerance. Her two children, Yanwan and Alin, whom she cherishes, have made impulsive decisions and actions because of her time and time again.
If Lin Qingwan weren't her biological daughter and hadn't been wandering outside for fifteen years, she would have long since given up on her.
Then she thought again, what good would coming over there in a huff and puff would do besides arguing with her and getting a headache? But she was already at the door, and if she didn't give her a warning, she'd really think she could control the Prime Minister's residence!
Qiu Hong brought out a basin of bloody water and was slightly surprised to see Madam Lin in the courtyard. "Madam."
She hurriedly put down the tray and bowed, saying, "This servant will go and inform them."
Lin noticed a dark, sticky plaster next to the bloody water. "What is that? It smells so strong."
Qiu Hong explained, "It's a liniment for sprains and bruises prescribed by the physician. It needs to be heated over charcoal before you can use it on the young lady."
Lin's gaze narrowed slightly. Wasn't he just bruised on the forehead? Why is he using liniment for sprains and bruises?
Hmph, he probably fell down after bumping into something.
"The Prime Minister's residence is all flat ground; a fall wouldn't warrant the use of liniment. How come the physician has become so eager to curry favor with him so quickly, or is the Prime Minister really letting him make such a fuss?"
Lin was convinced that Lin Qingwan was doing it intentionally, so she didn't muffle her voice, and it must have been heard inside.
Qiu Hong tightened her folded hands in front of her. "Madam, you've misunderstood. Miss Qingwan didn't fall. It was Young Master who kicked her in the waist, causing her to hit the bridge railing."
Qiu Hong's voice choked with sobs, "Miss endured the pain to walk back. When the physician examined her, she trembled with pain at the slightest touch."
"The physician said that the young master has great strength, and Miss Qingwan has no flesh to protect her waist. Her waist is swollen very high. Because she forced herself to walk for a while, her vertebrae may have shifted slightly. If it gets any worse, I'm afraid she won't be able to get out of bed for the rest of her life."
Lin's face showed disbelief. She opened her mouth as if to curse him for talking nonsense, but when she looked at the basin of blood and the plaster, her mind went blank.
Qin Ma exclaimed in surprise, "It's so serious, yet you didn't inform Madam sooner. Mu Xue is such a naive girl, and you, Qiu Hong, are also making a fuss about it."
Qiu Hong sniffed. "Yesterday, the Prime Minister instructed us not to disturb the Madam."
Lin's eyelashes fluttered; she knew her husband was afraid she would feel guilty. Yesterday, he had intended to whip Ah Lin, but she had forcefully stopped him...
Upon learning the truth, Ms. Lin felt embarrassed standing on the steps.
Going in is not right, and leaving is even less so.
Qiu Hong, who had been with her for many years, said, "Miss has just had her dressing changed and is feeling better. However, she is afraid she cannot get up to greet Madam and can only lie on the bed. If Madam does not mind, this servant will take you inside."
Lin stood there stunned for a long time, feeling a chill, especially her hands, which she had clenched tightly as if they had been holding ice, making it difficult to straighten them.
But she soon realized that it wasn't her fingers that were having problems, but rather her mindset.
The door was ajar, with only a crack for ventilation, so nothing could be seen inside. But when Lin thought of her lying on the bed unable to move, her eyelids suddenly felt heavy.
I should go in and take a look, but she's sure to say something nice, and I'm already so angry with her...
Let's forget about it.
But she must have already heard it.
Madam Lin's brows furrowed more and more, and Qin Ma and Qiu Hong did not dare to urge her, silently waiting for her instructions.
At this moment, Mu Xue came out from inside and curtsied, "Madam, please forgive me. Miss didn't sleep well last night. She felt better after the dressing was changed and is now asleep."
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin looked inside again, her heart feeling as if a rope was being pulled tight, a bitter pain rising within her.
She didn't speak, stood for a moment, then turned and walked down the steps. She then instructed Qin Ma, "Have the physician prescribe more pain relievers and calming agents."
"yes."
Lin Qingwan was naturally not asleep. She swallowed the soreness in her throat and gave a bitter smile. Was it because she was afraid that Jiang Zhenlin would keep pressing her?
Guilt? How could that be?
But no matter what her mother thought, she didn't want to see her at this time. She didn't need to use her wretched injuries to gain her mother's pity and sympathy.
Orchid Garden.
Lin was listless after returning home, so Rong Ma brought in her favorite red bean soup.
"Madam feels sorry for Miss Qingwan."
Lin glanced at her, still stubbornly insisting, "If she hadn't said something so offensive, Ah Lin wouldn't have hit her."
"Young Master probably put it even more harshly."
Lin choked.
Rong Ma gently massaged Lin Shi's temples, her voice soft and slow, like winter sunlight shining on cold stone steps. "I heard that before that butcher Lin died, he took out his sales contract with Cheng Min."
Lin closed her eyes.
"He insisted on taking the young lady back to town, but in the end he told her the truth. It's clear that he really liked her and was afraid that she would continue to be misunderstood and gossiped about."
Lin's shoulders stiffened slightly.
Rong Ma's voice softened even more, "This servant knows that you have put that contract away. You don't want to believe that Cheng Min did such a thing, and you suspect that there is something else going on behind the scenes."
"No matter what the hidden story is, Cheng Min cannot treat Miss Qingwan like this."
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