She lowered her eyes and said to Yin Lan, then propped herself up and entered the bathroom.
The clean room had already prepared hot water. Gu Ying took off her clothes...and was stunned for a while when she saw the blood on her skirt.
Her period this time was very light...but tonight it was a little heavier than usual.
She didn't think much of it and told Yin Lan to get her a new pad again. She washed herself clean of the blood stains and felt much more comfortable after coming out of the warm water.
Yin Lan brought in the medicine that Yu Gu had previously prepared for her. Seeing that her mistress had finished drinking all of it, she still worriedly wanted to say, "Mistress, shouldn't you ask Yu Gu to take your pulse? One cannot be careless about health issues."
"Didn't I already drink the medicine? Anyway, it was the prescription given by Yu Gu." Gu Ying put on her undergarment and outer garment, went out to the outer room, and smiled reassuringly, "It's so late, no need. I'm fine, just that my emotions have been unstable recently, so my health has suffered a little. I'll be fine after some good rest."
She had just taken care of the troubles of Jiang Yin and Zhao Changxing tonight, so her mood was not bad.
After bathing, she went straight to bed. She was really tired and fell fast asleep.
Yin Lan went to the canopy bed and lowered the curtains, looking at the sleeping woman, sighing softly and imperceptibly.
I hope the Prince returns soon so that the Mistress doesn't have to worry so much.
...
The next day, big news came out of Bianjing City.
The eldest son of the Duke of Zhen Guo, Zhao Changxing, was carried out from the Qingyun Temple.
Although the servants and guards who came to carry him were all loyal subordinates of the Duke's mansion, and the carriage was surrounded by curtains all the way down the mountain and directly headed downhill after Zhao boarded, there were still some flaws that leaked out somehow.
It was said that he was covered in blood with his manhood cut off, and was violated by some people all night.
The perpetrators were some local ruffians and hoodlums near Qingyun Temple. Those people usually liked to harass commoners around there.
Last night, they probably mistook Young Master Zhao for an ordinary servant boy and bullied him.
After recognizing who he was, they immediately fled Bianjing overnight.
When Zhao Changxing was sent back to the Duke’s mansion, Madam Cheng took one look at him and froze in place.
Her mind went blank for a good while before she reacted. The man lying in bed taking shallow breaths, injured all over, castrated, and violated by a few hoodlums was her son...
She screamed in disbelief, her legs went weak, "My son!"
"Who the hell did this!"
"Find those people for me quickly! I want them to have no place to be buried!"
Her son had grown up with great difficulty and had not produced an heir yet. Now he was mutilated like this!
How could she go on living!
Madam Cheng fainted from extreme grief on the spot.
Gu Ying woke up in the afternoon.
Yanzhi had finished her investigation and came excitedly to tell her about it.
"Mistress, you didn't see Madam Cheng's expression. It was truly overcast and stormy. Whoever encountered her would be unlucky. The servants and maids in Baomo Hall were all punished. Those serving inside are now living in fear, worried that breathing wrongly would implicate them."
Madam Cheng was beside herself for the first time and went to the Duke. I heard the Duke scolded her harshly.
Zhao Changxing was half dead, now lying in bed unconscious.
This matter could not be spread outside. Externally, it could only be said that he accidentally injured his leg, so it was unlikely that the local government yamen would give him justice, as it would be humiliating for the Duke’s mansion’s reputation if the truth came out.
No matter how much the Duke doted on Madam Cheng and Zhao Changxing, what he valued most was still his own face.
Madam Cheng cried and wailed, but what could be done?
Those vagrant ruffians could not be found at all. In this kind of situation, one could only admit their bad luck and swallow the blood and teeth.
Sending a few guards to privately look for those people again would be extremely difficult, as the pugilistic world was vast and boundless, and finding a few homeless vagrants would be extremely difficult.
Hearing that Madam Cheng was so angry that she could not eat, Gu Ying felt gratified just picturing her and Zhao Changxing’s bitter plight that they could not tell anyone about.
Moreover, Zhao Changxing had become an eunuch. In the future, no one would make trouble for the Prince again, and Madam Cheng could no longer rely on having a son to show off her power and prestige.
Her mood improved slightly, and her face showed a smile.
Yin Lan and Yanzhi cheered up, “It’s good that Mistress is smiling. We saw Mistress gain some weight recently, but she lost it all again these last two days. Mistress should eat more.”
Gu Ying looked at the two maids gratefully.
She had suffered blood and qi deficiency these days. Today, Yin Lan specifically cooked her nutritious black chicken soup to replenish her qi and blood. She slowly drank it mouthful by mouthful, occasionally asking, "Yin Lan, how is Ah Zhen?"
Yin Lan smiled slightly, “Mistress, don’t worry. Miss Ning only came down the mountain today and doesn’t know anything after waking up. But I heard Lord Huai say that Prince Duan accompanied her all night at Qingyun Temple yesterday and only secretly returned to Bianjing last night. It seems Miss Ning still doesn’t know it was Prince Duan who saved her yesterday, she thought she just slept for one night."
Although Gu Ying was stunned for a moment, she later felt that Prince Duan's approach was very good, and the corners of her mouth curled up. "Well, I won't worry about her and Prince Duan. Now there's only my fourth younger sister left."
"Is Mistress worried that Young Master Fu is fickle?"
"It's not that I worry about him, it's just—" she was worried about the tricks of fate.
Under Jiang Yin’s meddling, Shang Jiao had appeared suddenly. I wonder if Fu Xunzhi would still be entangled with her like in their past life. After all, in their last life, Fu Xunzhi and Shang Jiao's love story was regarded as an eternal legend in Bianjing.
Not having seen Shang Jiao before, now that she had met her, she realized that the girl was indeed likable.
She had an unfortunate background, but was stubbornly strong-willed like a lily clinging to a cliff edge striving to grow.
Graceful and generous, adorable and enterprising, optimistic and cheerful.
Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, clear and limpid.
No wonder Fu Xunzhi was held tightly in this girl's grasp in his previous life.
Gu Ying’s mind was still a little groggy. She furrowed her brows and thought for a while, then felt a headache coming on.
"Yin Lan, have Huai An investigate the background of that Miss Shang Jiao, then have someone send her some silver and money to see if her family is in financial difficulties. If she is truly in dire straits, then find a way to help her out."
Yin Lan asked in puzzlement, "Why is Mistress so concerned about that girl?"
Gu Ying pinched her brow, "I can't explain it for now, I just find her pitiful. It’s not easy for a girl to do business alone, so I want to give her some assistance."
Yin Lan blinked and did not ask further, "Okay then, I will go with Lord Huai this afternoon personally."
Gu Ying had always been at ease leaving matters to Yin Lan. It would be even better if she handled it herself.
"Yin Lan, also, subtly warn her. If she has difficulties she can come to me for help and must not harbor inappropriate thoughts to seek out irrelevant people."
She lowered her eyes and said to Yin Lan, then propped herself up and entered the bathroom.
The clean room had already prepared hot water. Gu Ying took off her clothes...and was stunned for a while when she saw the blood on her skirt.
Her period this time was very light...but tonight it was a little heavier than usual.
She didn't think much of it and told Yin Lan to get her a new pad again. She washed herself clean of the blood stains and felt much more comfortable after coming out of the warm water.
Yin Lan brought in the medicine that Yu Gu had previously prepared for her. Seeing that her mistress had finished drinking all of it, she still worriedly wanted to say, "Mistress, shouldn't you ask Yu Gu to take your pulse? One cannot be careless about health issues."
"Didn't I already drink the medicine? Anyway, it was the prescription given by Yu Gu." Gu Ying put on her undergarment and outer garment, went out to the outer room, and smiled reassuringly, "It's so late, no need. I'm fine, just that my emotions have been unstable recently, so my health has suffered a little. I'll be fine after some good rest."
She had just taken care of the troubles of Jiang Yin and Zhao Changxing tonight, so her mood was not bad.
After bathing, she went straight to bed. She was really tired and fell fast asleep.
Yin Lan went to the canopy bed and lowered the curtains, looking at the sleeping woman, sighing softly and imperceptibly.
I hope the Prince returns soon so that the Mistress doesn't have to worry so much.
...
The next day, big news came out of Bianjing City.
The eldest son of the Duke of Zhen Guo, Zhao Changxing, was carried out from the Qingyun Temple.
Although the servants and guards who came to carry him were all loyal subordinates of the Duke's mansion, and the carriage was surrounded by curtains all the way down the mountain and directly headed downhill after Zhao boarded, there were still some flaws that leaked out somehow.
It was said that he was covered in blood with his manhood cut off, and was violated by some people all night.
The perpetrators were some local ruffians and hoodlums near Qingyun Temple. Those people usually liked to harass commoners around there.
Last night, they probably mistook Young Master Zhao for an ordinary servant boy and bullied him.
After recognizing who he was, they immediately fled Bianjing overnight.
When Zhao Changxing was sent back to the Duke’s mansion, Madam Cheng took one look at him and froze in place.
Her mind went blank for a good while before she reacted. The man lying in bed taking shallow breaths, injured all over, castrated, and violated by a few hoodlums was her son...
She screamed in disbelief, her legs went weak, "My son!"
"Who the hell did this!"
"Find those people for me quickly! I want them to have no place to be buried!"
Her son had grown up with great difficulty and had not produced an heir yet. Now he was mutilated like this!
How could she go on living!
Madam Cheng fainted from extreme grief on the spot.
Gu Ying woke up in the afternoon.
Yanzhi had finished her investigation and came excitedly to tell her about it.
"Mistress, you didn't see Madam Cheng's expression. It was truly overcast and stormy. Whoever encountered her would be unlucky. The servants and maids in Baomo Hall were all punished. Those serving inside are now living in fear, worried that breathing wrongly would implicate them."
Madam Cheng was beside herself for the first time and went to the Duke. I heard the Duke scolded her harshly.
Zhao Changxing was half dead, now lying in bed unconscious.
This matter could not be spread outside. Externally, it could only be said that he accidentally injured his leg, so it was unlikely that the local government yamen would give him justice, as it would be humiliating for the Duke’s mansion’s reputation if the truth came out.
No matter how much the Duke doted on Madam Cheng and Zhao Changxing, what he valued most was still his own face.
Madam Cheng cried and wailed, but what could be done?
Those vagrant ruffians could not be found at all. In this kind of situation, one could only admit their bad luck and swallow the blood and teeth.
Sending a few guards to privately look for those people again would be extremely difficult, as the pugilistic world was vast and boundless, and finding a few homeless vagrants would be extremely difficult.
Hearing that Madam Cheng was so angry that she could not eat, Gu Ying felt gratified just picturing her and Zhao Changxing’s bitter plight that they could not tell anyone about.
Moreover, Zhao Changxing had become an eunuch. In the future, no one would make trouble for the Prince again, and Madam Cheng could no longer rely on having a son to show off her power and prestige.
Her mood improved slightly, and her face showed a smile.
Yin Lan and Yanzhi cheered up, “It’s good that Mistress is smiling. We saw Mistress gain some weight recently, but she lost it all again these last two days. Mistress should eat more.”
Gu Ying looked at the two maids gratefully.
She had suffered blood and qi deficiency these days. Today, Yin Lan specifically cooked her nutritious black chicken soup to replenish her qi and blood. She slowly drank it mouthful by mouthful, occasionally asking, "Yin Lan, how is Ah Zhen?"
Yin Lan smiled slightly, “Mistress, don’t worry. Miss Ning only came down the mountain today and doesn’t know anything after waking up. But I heard Lord Huai say that Prince Duan accompanied her all night at Qingyun Temple yesterday and only secretly returned to Bianjing last night. It seems Miss Ning still doesn’t know it was Prince Duan who saved her yesterday, she thought she just slept for one night."
Although Gu Ying was stunned for a moment, she later felt that Prince Duan's approach was very good, and the corners of her mouth curled up. "Well, I won't worry about her and Prince Duan. Now there's only my fourth younger sister left."
"Is Mistress worried that Young Master Fu is fickle?"
"It's not that I worry about him, it's just—" she was worried about the tricks of fate.
Under Jiang Yin’s meddling, Shang Jiao had appeared suddenly. I wonder if Fu Xunzhi would still be entangled with her like in their past life. After all, in their last life, Fu Xunzhi and Shang Jiao's love story was regarded as an eternal legend in Bianjing.
Not having seen Shang Jiao before, now that she had met her, she realized that the girl was indeed likable.
She had an unfortunate background, but was stubbornly strong-willed like a lily clinging to a cliff edge striving to grow.
Graceful and generous, adorable and enterprising, optimistic and cheerful.
Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, clear and limpid.
No wonder Fu Xunzhi was held tightly in this girl's grasp in his previous life.
Gu Ying’s mind was still a little groggy. She furrowed her brows and thought for a while, then felt a headache coming on.
"Yin Lan, have Huai An investigate the background of that Miss Shang Jiao, then have someone send her some silver and money to see if her family is in financial difficulties. If she is truly in dire straits, then find a way to help her out."
Yin Lan asked in puzzlement, "Why is Mistress so concerned about that girl?"
Gu Ying pinched her brow, "I can't explain it for now, I just find her pitiful. It’s not easy for a girl to do business alone, so I want to give her some assistance."
Yin Lan blinked and did not ask further, "Okay then, I will go with Lord Huai this afternoon personally."
Gu Ying had always been at ease leaving matters to Yin Lan. It would be even better if she handled it herself.
"Yin Lan, also, subtly warn her. If she has difficulties she can come to me for help and must not harbor inappropriate thoughts to seek out irrelevant people."
