Murong Jingwan didn't make a sound because she thought it would be a relief if she was beaten to death like this.
When her consciousness was blurred, the emperor's figure actually appeared in front of Murong Jingwan's eyes.
Murong Jingwan remembered the oath she made that day and knew that she could not die now. Murong Jingwan secretly activated her inner strength and forcefully forced out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing him vomiting blood, the followers stopped beating him with their sticks and turned to look at Xuan Ningxuan.
Looking at Murong Jingwan who had been beaten to the point of vomiting blood, Xuan Ningxuan waved his hand. That woman hadn't bowed her head in front of him yet. Wouldn't it be boring to beat her to death now?
"Take her into the room where she originally lived, and give her a maid." Xuan Ningxuan said kindly, and when he turned to leave, he frowned and glanced back at Murong Jingwan, who was lying in a pool of blood.
Murong Jingwan opened her eyes again, and what came into view was the familiar antique carved wooden bed and white curtains.
Murong Jingwan tried hard to prop up her body, but when she moved slightly, she felt a sharp pain behind her.
Murong Jingwan couldn't help but loosen her grip and fell back onto the bed again. Because she touched the wound behind her, she let out a cry of pain.
Immediately there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and a little maid ran over in surprise and said: "Princess, you're awake!"
Murong Jingwan looked at the little maid in front of her with confusion, and asked softly: "Who are you?"
"Back to the princess, Xiaohuan was sent by the prince to take care of the princess." The little maid replied timidly.
Murong Jingwan nodded and said softly: "Xiaohuan, I was no longer the princess three days ago. If you don't mind, just call me Jingwan."
Xiaohuan immediately shook his head in fear and said: "No, Xiaohuan will be punished by the prince."
"Don't worry, your prince hates me and won't mind what you did." Murong Jingwan said word by word, and only she knew the mood in her words.
"Jingwan..." Xiaohuan called out timidly, adding two more words at the end, "Miss."
Murong Jingwan couldn't help but laugh, but she no longer forced Xiao Huan.
"Miss Jingwan, can you let Xiaohuan apply medicine for you?" Xiaohuan asked pleadingly.
Murong Jingwan nodded gently and turned over with difficulty.
Xiaohuan gently took off Murong Jingwan's clothes. Looking at the crisscross scars on her back, Xiaohuan's hands couldn't help but tremble.
"Miss Jingwan, does it hurt?" As soon as she spoke, tears couldn't help but fall.
Murong Jingwan was stunned when she felt the warm liquid on her back. Since her mother's death, no one had ever comforted or cared about her. Moreover, she also suffered such beatings at Murong's house.
"Xiaohuan, it doesn't hurt at all. I've long been used to it." Murong Jingwan comforted her softly.
Xiaohuan wiped the tears on her face carelessly, and applied the medicine to Murong Jingwan more gently, fearing to hurt Murong Jingwan.
