The wounds on her body from the cane had not yet healed, and she was whipped severely by Jasmine. It had only been thirty lashes, and Murong Jingwan's consciousness had gradually blurred.
Before she fell into coma, Murong Jingwan heard crying.
Whose cry was that? Who would worry about her? Apart from her mother, there was only Xiao Huan. She wanted to comfort Xiao Huan, but her eyes were completely dark, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Her body hurt, as if someone was burning her body with fire, and Murong Jingwan moaned unconsciously.
The familiar cry came again to her ears, Murong Jingwan's eyes slowly moved, and then she opened her heavy eyes.
"Miss Jingwan." Xiaobao's voice had a heavy cry, but it was also full of surprise.
Murong Jingwan wanted to comfort Xiaohuan, but there was a tearing pain in her throat.
Murong Jingwan raised her whip-scarred hand and pointed at the tea cup on the table.
Xiaohuan understood, walked to the table and poured a cup of tea for Murong Jingwan, gently lifted Murong Jingwan up and fed her to drink the water.
The moment she drank water, Murong Jingwan saw the same scar on Xiaohuan's arm as hers.
Murong Jingwan suddenly grabbed Xiao Huan's arm and asked distressedly: "Did you... block... thirty lashes for me...?"
Xiaohuan nodded gently, and then said hurriedly: "Miss Jingwan, Xiaohuan has thick skin and has been beaten since childhood. It doesn't hurt at all."
No words were spoken, but tears fell silently on Xiaohuan's arm.
When she looked up again, Murong Jingwan's eyes were clear, "Xiaohuan, I will protect you, and I will not allow any bullying to you in the future."
Xiaohuan nodded with tears in her eyes. After being sold as a maid since she was a child, she felt warmth for the first time.
In another study room, Xuan Ningxuan was lying comfortably on the soft couch, with his eyes closed and his fingers tapping on the low table next to him.
There were several slight knocks on the door. Xuan Ningxuan opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Come in."
The door to the study room was opened, and a follower walked in. He bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty."
"Moli, are you looking for trouble with that bitch?" Xuan Ningxuan said calmly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. But she still didn't beg for mercy." The attendant said respectfully.
"You go down." Xuan Ningxuan waved his hand and dismissed his entourage.
The study was calm again, but Xuan Ningxuan frowned slightly, with a terrifying and ferocious expression on his face.
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