After drinking the medicine, she felt a warmth in her stomach, which made her feel much better.
His nanny said softly, "Princess, when you leave the palace and return to your home, my servant will slowly nurse you back to health. Now please close your eyes and rest for a while. It will be fine in a while."
Yuan Qingling closed her eyes and felt as if sparks were flashing and exploding in her head, and some chaotic sounds were echoing.
"You don't deserve the king to hate you. The king just hates you. In the king's eyes, you are just like the smelly fly that makes people hate you. Otherwise, the king doesn't need to drink medicine to consummate the marriage with you."
It was the voice of King Yu Wenhao of Chu. There was resentment and hatred in his voice. She had never heard such heartless words.
There were also people crying in their ears, and the sparks in their brains turned into pools of meandering blood.
Gradually, everything became quiet.
It was as if the millions of messy threads in my mind were finally straightened out.
The pain gradually disappeared. Or, instead of disappearing, it became numb.
She opened her eyes and saw Lu Ya in front of the bed. She frowned and looked at her.
"Princess, do you feel better?" Luya asked quickly when she saw her eyes open.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yuan Qingling said hoarsely.
It didn't hurt anymore, but her whole body was horribly numb. She tried to reach out and pinch her face, but she felt nothing at all.
This works better than anesthetics.
"The slave will help you up. You have to change clothes, otherwise the prince will be angry." Luya reached out to help her, and her aunt came in from outside, holding clothes in her hands. When she saw her getting up, she said, "Change quickly, the prince is here."
Urgent."
Yuan Qingling remained numb and allowed the two of them to strip off and change clothes on her body and wrap around her wounds. She didn't feel anything at all.
After changing his clothes and sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Yuan Qing Lingcai looked at the person in the mirror.
The facial features are very delicate, the skin is fair, the long and curved eyelashes hide a pair of lifeless eyes.
The lips are very dry and pale, without any color at all, the hair is messy, the slightly wide forehead is covered, and the skin has no luster at all.
However, as her nanny and Lu Ya's skillful hands worked on her face for a while, she saw that there seemed to be a different person in the bronze mirror, with eyebrows like willow leaves, red lips and white teeth, and charming phoenix eyes. She tried to open her eyes wider.
It makes you look more energetic.
"What is Purple Gold Soup?" Yuan Qingling asked, her voice hoarse.
"Don't you remember?" Lu Ya was stunned.
She didn't remember. There were many memories in her mind that didn't belong to her, but they were so intertwined with her own memories that she didn't have the strength to slowly distinguish the memories.
But she stopped asking. Since Lu Ya was like this, she calmed down and thought about it, and she would know what Zijin Tang was.
She was sure that it was not a good thing.
She got up and walked a few steps. The wound didn't hurt at all, but her legs were sluggish when she moved because of the numbness.
"Princess, even if the pain is gone, you should move around more safely and try not to abrade the wound." Her grandmother warned her.
"Brother Huo, are you feeling better?" Yuan Qingling held on to the threshold and looked back at her.
His grandma was startled and nodded subconsciously, "Much better."
Yuan Qingling looked at the sky outside. There was still sunshine just now, but now it was all gray. It looked like a heavy rain was coming.
"I'm sorry about Brother Huo!" she said almost inaudibly.
His mother-in-law and Lu Ya looked at each other, both a little stunned.
Did you hear that right? Is she sorry?
Yuan Qingling walked out slowly. She couldn't get used to wearing this kind of clothes. Because her body was numb and she walked awkwardly, she walked very slowly. She put her hands in her sleeves, but she felt something in the sleeves. She was sure
When I took it out and took a look, my blood was almost solidified.