In the daze, Shiyi heard someone talking and opened her eyes gently. The pain all over her body immediately made her feel like she was in hell. She said in a weak voice, "Run, I will definitely escape from this palace and Qi Ming."
night."
"Stop talking, the imperial doctor is coming soon. I will help you change out of your bloody clothes first."
Shiyi slowly closed her eyes and let the palace maid toss her around. With the faint sound of rushing in her ears, she knew that she was being tied up by King Dong Zhao again, like a dog.
The imperial doctor did not come, but the female medical officer from the Imperial Pharmacy came. They were no longer surprised at the injuries on Girl Eleven. What they had to do was to heal Girl Eleven. No matter what, it would be cured. Anyway, she would be broken into pieces again by the King.
After taking the medicine, Eleven fell asleep. No matter how much she was hurt, the warmth in her dreams would make her lips smile.
Eleven has no memory of two years ago. All her memories started when she met Qi Mingye...
After entering the palace, she knew that the man was the king and the most powerful person. Even if he was more than just her concubine, she would recognize him because he loved her like no other.
But as the days passed by, his neglect of her made her feel less important.
When did all this start to change? Maybe after she was twelve, thirteen, or fourteen years old, she couldn't stand being ignored, ignored by the person she loved most. He mocked her feelings and looked down upon her.
Her attempts to please and flatter her, and occasionally she even felt that Qi Mingye hated her. After all of this failed to bring him back, she began to feel numb, regretful, and wanted to run away.
The injury on her back was serious, and she didn't dare to lie down and fall asleep. She woke up in a hazy state. The night was so quiet that it was difficult to hear her breathing clearly. The bean-sized candles burned life dutifully, with a dim and weak light, releasing an unyielding
The warmth of a cold heart.
When Cinnabar was not there, she wanted to move, but the door of the palace was pushed open. She thought it was Cinnabar, but the slender and cold figure that entered the palace as the moonlight struck her. She closed her eyes without hesitation and listened to the sound of footsteps.
Come close and sit on the edge of the bed.
The quilt was lifted, and in order to make it easier to change the dressing, Zhusha didn't even put on any obscene clothes for her, and her back was covered with gauze and exposed to the public.
"Speak when you're awake."
Shiyi stopped pretending, "Let me go."
The fingertips gently tracing her body paused slightly, and he closed his eyes dangerously, "Why, this lesson still hasn't made you calm down."
There was no emotion in the voice, making Eleven wonder if he would suddenly slap her to death, "I will escape one day."
Qi Mingye leaned forward, his warm breath lingering in her ears, "My cage is very strong, you are just a bird with broken wings. If you want to leave, unless I grant my permission, you will become a dead body."
After saying that, he took off his clothes and lay down next to Eleven.
Eleven frowned in disgust. Qi Mingye smelled of women's powder. In the dim light, he could still clearly see the aftertaste of love hanging on his lips. Damn it, he had just favored a certain concubine and hadn't even taken a bath.
He lay down next to her.
Eleven moved back, feeling a slight pain in his back. At the same time, the chain iron that locked the anklet made a slight collision sound. Because the night was very quiet, it was very harsh, and it also made Eleven clearly feel Qi Mingye's humiliation.
and wantonness.
Qi Mingye grabbed Eleven and smiled slightly, "Can't you lie down quietly?" He knew what Eleven was disgusted with. He liked to see Eleven's expressive face, even if it was disgust,
He also felt the pleasure of being retaliated against.