Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat! Chapter 102 - 13: The Princess Who Refuses to Be Cannon Fodd

What is she doing?

Jiang Ling continued to endure, barely holding onto consciousness as Jiang Lai’s voice gradually beca sowhat indistinct.

"I really don’t like you. As soon as you arrived ho, you stole all of father’s attention. I rember it clearly. On the day of my tenth birthday, you got injured in the military camp. That night, he didn’t co back to celebrate my birthday because he was taking care of you.

Whenever there’s sothing good to eat or drink at ho, he always asks to share it with you. Of course, I don’t want to, and increasingly find you annoying. Every ti I wanted to teach you a lesson, I ended up taking a beating from father. You know how badly it hurts when father hits with that bamboo stick; it makes your legs go numb from the pain.

Sigh..."

Jiang Ling slightly opened her eyes, seeing Jiang Lai staring into the distance, with a sowhat nostalgic expression on her face.

She continued to gently press on his chest, and unknowingly, the earlier suffocating and constricting pain began to fade, replaced by a slight pain in the ribs, much better than the tornt from before.

A decade of training in the military camp, yet it’s the first ti soone has so gently and ticulously comforted and healed him.

But Jiang Lai’s words, Jiang Ling couldn’t stand to listen to.

She didn’t know that in the year of her tenth birthday, Jiang Xiong stayed in the military camp not to take care of his severely injured self, but because he had been expected to excel in the military drills, yet he suffered a humiliating defeat in the contests, causing Jiang Xiong great disgrace. To win over others, Jiang Xiong made him stand bare-chested in the snowy field for two whole hours during the harsh winter months.

Moreover, every ti Jiang Lai bullied him, Jiang Xiong would heavily punish him, whipping him and ordering him to stay away from his daughter.

For the past decade, he hadn’t felt any warmth at all.

Driven by a deep-seated hatred, his loathing for Jiang Xiong was profound, and he desired nothing more than to see Jiang Ling, the daughter Jiang Xiong loved, live in agony.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling’s eyes flashed with infinite murderous intent.

But the sudden sharp pain in his ribs brought him back to reality, annoyedly glaring at Jiang Lai, who gave him a scolding before he could speak.

"Don’t act tough when you can’t even protect yourself. Look at the state you’re in now. Others might think it’s as your sister who failed to protect you."

"Protect ?"

Jiang Ling looked at Jiang Lai, his tone slightly mocking.

Jiang Lai pretended not to hear it and directly took off her outer robe and draped it over him.

"Your clothes are wet. Wear mine for warmth. Drink this bowl of water and get so sleep."

As she spoke, Jiang Lai stood up, moved his head to the side, and brought a bowl of green liquid to Jiang Ling’s mouth.

Jiang Ling frowned at the liquid before him.

"What is this?"

"dicine, drink it."

"Where’s the dicine from?"

"I saw so herbs around earlier. They’ll help you recover. Drink it quickly, don’t waste ti."

Jiang Ling hesitated for a mont, then, looking at Jiang Lai’s urging gaze, he resolutely lifted the bowl and drank it all in one go.

The bitter dicine flowed down his throat, tasting even worse. Jiang Ling suspected Jiang Lai might have deliberately thrown in so random things to poison him directly.

He frowned, swallowing his nausea, his complexion turning even paler.

Jiang Lai, seeing his look of disgust, smiled and pulled a plum from her waist pouch, stuffing it directly into his mouth.

Jiang Ling’s tightly furrowed brows slightly relaxed at the sweet and sour taste of the plum. Seeing this, Jiang Lai directly handed him her little pouch.

"Eat it. From now on, as long as sister has candy, you can lick a bit of the wrapper."

"Do you even hear yourself? I risked my life to save you, and this is how you repay ?"

Jiang Lai reached out and patted his head, amused by his annoyed yet immobile expression.

"Alright, sister was wrong in the past. From now on, as long as you want sothing, if I have it, you’ll have it."

"Really?"

Jiang Lai nodded.

"Don’t worry, I never go back on my word."

With that, Jiang Lai hurriedly picked up another bowl and walked towards Murong Dun.

The man was already unconscious, so Jiang Lai coldly shouted at Luoyang.

"Shaless, won’t you get out of the way?!"

Luoyang was furious but didn’t want to make a scene. Seeing Jiang Lai acting arrogant, he decided to get revenge.

"Your husband kept holding onto my sleeve, not letting go. Also, my master is the dical Immortal, so your homade concoctions should not be given to him carelessly."

"Picking up another’s husband, do you have any sha? No wonder you wear a mask all the ti; it’s because you’ve lost your face!"

Jiang Lai was aggressive in her attack. Luoyang couldn’t out-talk her, felt his anger rising but rembered his plan and had to endure, worried as he watched Jiang Lai feed Murong Dun the unknown liquid.

But now, she couldn’t continue to anger Jiang Lai. After all, she still planned to ensure Jiang Lai completely fell in love with Murong Dun, so she could conveniently infiltrate the General Mansion to search for evidence.

The entire night, Jiang Lai busily moved between the two wounded individuals. In the latter half of the night, Murong Dun developed a fever, and to cool him down, Jiang Lai tore her dress and soaked it in the cold pool, then placed it over Murong Dun’s forehead.

The man mumbled, constantly calling out a na.

Upon listening carefully, Jiang Lai realized it was Luoyang.

Taking advantage of Luoyang’s sleep, she vigorously pinched and tugged at Murong Dun’s face, leaving it covered in nail marks, venting her frustrations. Then, Little Buding coldly remarked,

"Jiang Ling has awakened, stop pinching."

As soon as Jiang Lai heard it, her vicious hand imdiately transford into a gentle caress, and she began to hum her favorite song.

In the cramped and cold cave, Jiang Ling lay there with his eyes open, listening to Jiang Lai’s singing until dawn.

——

Upon awakening again, Murong Dun felt significantly better, his leg injury much less painful, and though his face was burning painfully, there was no other discomfort.

The fabric used to bandage the wounds was torn from his own clothes. Upon noticing this, Murong Dun, eyes filled with tenderness and gratitude, looked at Luoyang, who approached with a tired expression.

"Aluo, thank you for your hard work."

Luoyang paused, briefly stunned and hesitant, then smiled gently and shook her head silently.

Though she didn’t reply, her aning was expressed enough.

Murong Dun felt even more moved, and while waiting for rescue, he kept glancing at Luoyang, even in front of Jiang Lai.

Since Murong Dun woke up, Jiang Lai had been by Jiang Ling’s side, massaging to release gas.

Jiang Ling, seeing the ambiguous atmosphere between those two across from him, and looking at the silent Jiang Lai, couldn’t help mocking and ridiculing.

"How useless you are, for such a man."