Chapter 227 Humiliation, pity, no one can compare
"Empress Concubine, you're awake!" Bai Zhi was the first to notice that Song Qingyun had woken up.
She stood in front of the couch, carefully waiting for the instructions from the person on the couch, "Are you feeling unwell? You must be hungry after sleeping for so long. I will prepare some food for you."
Song Qingyun seemed not to hear Bai Zhi's words and stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent.
She didn't say anything, Bai Zhi didn't dare to move, and waited closely in front of the couch.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingyun's dull eyes turned slightly. She slowly withdrew her gaze from the top of the tent, and as if she had lost her memory, she looked around the room inch by inch.
Just when Bai Zhi thought that her fever had damaged her brain, Song Qingyun's pale lips slightly opened and she uttered a hoarse voice, "I'm still alive."
"You started having a fever the day you came back that day, and it lasted for two days. Now the fever has finally subsided." Bai Zhi replied.
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyun subconsciously looked out the window.
She had been unconscious for so long, no wonder she had no strength in her body.
With the slightest movement, she felt a piercing pain in her back, lower back, buttocks and legs, which made her break out in a cold sweat.
This was the severe pain left by the thirty-six sticks.
She almost forgot that she was tortured before she fell into a coma.
Despite such severe punishment and being burned for two whole days, she did not die.
Just as Aunt Lian said, her life is very tough!
Lin Miaoyin can’t take it away!
"Where's Zizhu? Let her come in and serve."
When Bai Zhi heard this, she quickly lowered her eyes and stared at her toes quietly.
Song Qingyun understood something from her expression.
Soon, she remembered that day when Zizhu confessed all the crimes and was dragged away by Feng Ming.
How can you survive by plotting to murder the royal heir?
"You go down." Song Qingyun closed her eyes and gave the order silently.
Even Zizhu left her. Now she is truly alone. She hopes that man will not break his promise.
"I'll go prepare some food." Bai Zhi hurriedly left the room.
She thought that Concubine Song would ask the prince when she woke up. The prince escorted the princess back to Beijing early this morning and had already left the Jokhang Temple. She didn't know how to answer, but fortunately she only asked Zizhu.
But Zizhu...will never come back.
While Song Qingyun was in a coma, Bai Zhi asked the novice monk in the temple for some external injury medicine and applied it for two days. Finally, the bleeding stopped.
But that's all.
Without a doctor or medicine, she had no idea when the wound on her back would scab over, let alone heal.
It is certain that scars will be left, and it is good as long as the scar does not rot.
Baizhi and Baihe served Song Qingyun diligently and fulfilled their duties, but they could not have done more. After all, they were people from the palace and their indentures were still under the control of the palace. Now Song Qingyun had no chance of turning things around and would probably have to stay in the Jokhang Temple forever. How could they offend the Ning Palace for a master with whom they were not close friends?
At night, Baizhi and Baihe served Song Qingyun a meal and then went downstairs to rest.
Song Qingyun lay in the dark but couldn't fall asleep.
It wasn't because of the pain from her injuries that she couldn't sleep, but because she was waiting, waiting for a future with a stable future.
The night watches gradually faded away, and midnight had passed.
The surroundings were still quiet, without any movement.
She couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.
Now that she has become like this, even Beigong You has abandoned her, let alone that man.
Song Qingyun curled the corners of her mouth in self-mockery.
There was resentment and sadness in her eyes. She might rot in the Jokhang Temple from now on.
Just when she gave up hope, there was a very light sound of footsteps outside the door, soon followed by a "creak", the door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall and thin figure flashed in.
As the man came to the bed, Song Qingyun couldn't hide her excitement and said, "You're here."
"I'm late and kept you waiting, Miss Song." The woman was about thirty years old, with a slender figure and a cold face.
She glanced at Song Qingyun, who looked embarrassed, and directly pulled away the quilt covering her, looking closely at the wounds on her body.
"It's such a pity to have such a beautiful body." There was no trace of pity in the cold voice.
The woman came in from outside, her fingertips were cold, causing Song Qingyun to shiver.
She gritted her teeth, gently lowered her trembling eyelashes, and whispered to the woman in front of the couch: "I hope my aunt will have mercy on me."
The woman took out the best medicine from her sleeve and said, "Every night at midnight, I will come over to apply the medicine on you."
"Thank you, aunt." Song Qingyun was extremely grateful.
"No need. Just thank me by serving the master well in the future." The woman was cold and distant.
After the woman applied medicine to the wound on her back, Song Qingyun couldn't help but ask, "My lord, can you tell me... when will you take me back?"
"What are you in such a hurry for?"
The woman was a little unhappy. "Do you still want to see the master in this state? If you scare the master, not to mention your future, even your life will be in danger. I advise you not to act on your own, otherwise you won't even know how you died."
"My aunt taught me that I was impatient."
"Take care of your body first. It would be bad if such beautiful skin was left with scars." The woman said as she came to the couch and raised the oil lamp to illuminate Song Qingyun's pale little face.
She raised her hand slightly, lifted Song Qingyun's small chin and looked at her. "Although you are not the most beautiful, your charming and pitiful appearance is unmatched. No wonder the master insisted on taking you into the mansion."
Song Qingyun lowered her eyes shyly.
"I heard that you were still a virgin that day?" The woman's gaze vaguely swept across Song Qingyun's snow-white arms.
A spot of blood-red cinnabar is particularly eye-catching.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Qingyun's face, and then a little pride appeared.
After being married into Prince Ning's mansion for half a year, she was still a virgin, which was undoubtedly a shame for her.
But now, it has become her source of pride.
"Very good, the master does not like filth."
The woman said as she pulled at Song Qingyun's clothes, causing her to scream, "Auntie!"
"It's not that I don't trust Miss Song, but every girl who enters the mansion has to go through this. I hope Miss Song can forgive me."
Song Qingyun bit her lower lip hard and said with a hint of humiliation, "I saved it."
At this point, she had no choice.
Next, in her shame and humiliation, the woman completed the examination and confirmed her virginity.
The woman wiped her hands with satisfaction and praised repeatedly.
There was a gleam of sparkle at the corners of Song Qingyun's eyes.
A short time like a stick of incense seemed as long as a lifetime to her.
So humiliating!
She gritted her teeth and forced back the tears.
She will pay back double the humiliation she suffered today someday!
"It's getting late, Miss Song, you should go to bed." The woman said this and left the room.
Soon, the room became quiet again.
If it weren't for the faint medicinal fragrance lingering in her nostrils, Song Qingyun would have thought that the person had never been there at all.
She clutched the quilt beneath her tightly, as if she was grabbing at her last straw. She couldn't make any more mistakes this time.
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