In the words lay a sense of desolation, as if after drinking this potion, she would no longer be her mistress.
Ru Xue frowned, the strong sll of dicine lingered at the tip of her nose, her empty stomach cramping intermittently. She waved her hand and said, "What kind of dicine is this? It slls terrible."
"This..." The maid accompanying her lowered her eyes, not daring to look at her, stamring unable to say what kind of dicine it was.
Ru Xue was startled, could it be the ngpo Soup?
Seeing her embarrassed expression, Ru Xue did not ask further, took the bowl from the maid’s hand, "I’ll do it myself."
The dicine slled awful and must taste terribly bitter, she wasn’t going to spoon-feed herself bit by bit.
With that, she pinched her nose with one hand, held the bowl with the other, and gulped down the dicine.
"Ugh..."
Until she drained it to the last drop, she couldn’t help but gag, yet nothing ca out.
Ru Xue handed over the bowl, her peripheral vision catching sight of the scar on her wrist, the loneliness in her eyes falling into the maid’s view, who then took out a silk handkerchief gently wrapping it around Ru Xue’s wrist.
She said nothing, just a big tear dropped into her palm one after another...
It’s warm...
Ru Xue was unsure how to comfort her, so she flipped her hand gently holding her small hand, patting it a few tis, consoling, "Alright, look, here you are the most tearful, since you’ve co, settle in, you’re already here, do you want to go back?"
Are you kidding? Go back?
If she were to suddenly erge from the coffin, she might scare a lot of people to death.
"This servant, this servant only feels unjust for Miss."
Ru Xue noticed her clothes were a soft pale white, the fabric of superior quality, while the quilt covering her had two majestic and imposing dragons embroidered on the golden satin, open-mouthed, intertwined.
"Where is King Yama?" Ru Xue asked, surprised as soon as the words left her mouth, everyone including the maid sitting at her bedside all kneeled to the ground.
"What’s wrong with all of you?" Ru Xue was perplexed, she only wanted to pay her respects to King Yama first and thank him for granting her such noble treatnt upon arriving in Hell, but why did her words frighten them so much.
"Princess Consort, these words... these words are absolutely not to be spoken."
"Why can’t I say them?"
"Princess Consort, really can’t speak them, if Prince hears, you will suffer the consequences again."
"..."
Ru Xue was confused, what do they an "again"? As if she could suffer the consequences in the past.
Seeing none were willing to lead her, Ru Xue got off the bed, with each step causing her lower body sharp pain, still, she endured it.
Just the next mont, she paused before the mirror, observing the beauty reflected, loose strands draped over shoulders, the face devoid of any rouge was bloodless, yet the brilliance in the pretty eyes, in spite of this, still instinctively received admiration, such a breathtaking beauty.
Her slender fingers lightly brushed across her cheek, the fingertips touched a hint of coolness, she couldn’t help but fiercely pinch, "Ouch."
Instantly, where she pinched flushed a stark red, glaring.
How did she beco like this?
Her mind buzzed, her beautiful eyes flipped, and she fainted to the ground, unconscious.
Ru Xue collapsed, frightening everyone, causing chaos, eventually soone shouted, "Hurry, get the doctor!"
Yet when the doctor arrived, he too was helpless, regardless of what thods were used, there was no way to wake Ru Xue.
Finally, a doctor suggested, "If all else fails, head to Beishuo to bring Luo Qi for a look?"
"How can that be?" the accompanying maid sternly stopped, "Our miss is of noble stature, Luo Qi is a beggar! How could you have a beggar treat our miss... treat Princess Consort! It’s quite improper!"
The maid halfway through realized she misspoke, quickly anded.
"But with the Princess Consort refusing to wake, it’s no solution, if Prince blas us, then none of us will be able to handle the consequences."
The maid saw Ru Xue’s very pale complexion, internally conflicted, what should be done, having a beggar treat miss would certainly beco a laughingstock to miss’s family, but without finding a doctor, what’s to happen to their miss?
While the maid was conflicted, soone already made the decision for her.
The housekeeper of the Prince Manor had already ordered soone to Beishuo to invite Luo Qi.
At this mont, Feng Luo and Chu Ge had just returned from gambling stone in Xishuo, sothing Feng Luo didn’t expect was Chu Ge being a master among masters in gambling stone.
He and the person gambled stones, only picking the small ones, yet each ga was won by Chu Ge.
Ultimately the person directly knelt on the ground calling ’father’.
"Chu Ge, do you have so secret technique?" Feng Luo curiously asked.
Chu Ge shook his head, "What secret technique could I have, I simply have luck."
Winning every round, calling it luck, who would believe it? Certainly not Feng Luo.
As the three walked back to the Beggar Gang’s old mansion, they saw several governnt soldiers standing at the old mansion’s door.
Feng Luo furrowed his brows, hurried inside.
Though the governnt had already frequently stepped over the Beggar Gang’s threshold, none surpassed those from the Prince Manor! Especially Prince He Shuo!
Feng Luo hurried into the Beggar Gang, and upon entering, she ran into Luo Qi coming out.
"Father!" Feng Luo went forward, "What’s the matter?"
"Oh, it’s nothing, their Princess Consort is ill, the folks at the Prince Manor are helpless, so they ca to invite for a look."
Upon hearing, Feng Luo scoffed, sarcastically remarked, "Aren’t they in He Shuo Prince Mansion always capable? How can they not even treat a minor illness? Still troubling us Beggar Gang!"
The one inviting Luo Qi was the housekeeper from He Shuo Prince Mansion, given the matter concerning the Princess Consort, he dared not be careless.
Upon hearing Feng Luo’s mockery, he rely faintly smiled, showed no response, and spoke to Luo Qi, "Shall we go? Ti waits for no one."
Luo Qi nodded, signaling Feng Luo to behave, then accompanied the housekeeper out.
After Chu Ge entered, Luo Qi nodded at him slightly, said nothing more, then left directly.
He curiously approached Feng Luo, asking, "What’s going on?"
Feng Luo angrily replied, "What could be going on? Our Beggar Gang has a grudge against this Prince He Shuo!"
"..."
"At that ti, when the Emperor bestowed the plaque, he didn’t speak less ill of our Beggar Gang, accusing us of stealing his credit! Overshadowing his lilight!"
It really infuriated her!
"Just because of that?" Chu Ge found Feng Luo amusing, indeed a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child, such a trifling matter could be resented for so long.
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