CH 108

As Ming Zhu was gasping for air, only then did she realize that something was wrong, that a few cups of wine wouldn’t result in her being this intoxicated.

With her fingernails she pierced her palm to come back a little to her senses. She very quickly figured out that something was wrong with the few cups of wine she had drunk.

She used her last bit of strength to put on her dress and tied a death knot with her belt.

Waves swept over her. The drug was so fierce that her consciousness gradually began to slip again.

Ming Zhu reached out her hand and removed the gold hairpin from her bun. The fine satin-like black hair loosely and lazily spread in her back, making her face look even more petite and pitiful.

Holding the hairpin in her hand, she hardened her heart and, even though she was afraid of pain, she still slashed her calf. As the sharp tip pierced her skin, it left a hideous finger-length wound.

The blood flowed like an open source. The fresh blood soaked the hem of her skirt and the apricot and white fabric turned blood-red.

Ming Zhu was a person afraid of pain. She gasped because of the pain but she gritted her teeth to endure it. That method was foolish, but it worked.

An acute pain could really make her forget about how hot and sleepy she felt.

She took two deep breaths and forced herself to calm down in this current situation.

If Zhao Zhi found out she was missing, he would definitely come looking for her. This palace room didn’t seem to be very remote, she could hold out for a while until his arrival.

Ming Zhu raised her eyes in the direction of the door to take a look. As expected, the door of the room was locked, if someone from outside didn’t unlock the door, people inside could not get out.

At this moment, Ming Zhu’s entire body was extremely uncomfortable. There was glowing water on the corners of her eyes as she endured the pain with very much difficulty.

She resisted one wave after another the medicine violent surges. Her back was thoroughly soaked, her clothes that were sticking to her body revealed the slender line of her back.

Her head was full of hot sweat, wetting her hair.

Her entire body looked like she had just come out of the water, like a damp mushroom in the deep forest. (TL’s note : haha weird metaphor, it’s also my first time seeing it!)

Ming Zhu really had no other way, at the moment when she was about to pass out, she pierced herself with her nails very hard, her palms were full of crescent-shaped marks.

She was too scared, deeply terrified that a man would barge in at a time like this.

The person who drugged her most probably intended to do just that and absolutely wouldn’t easily let her go.

Ming Zhu, hugging her legs, cowered in the deepest corner of the bed. With the sound of footsteps outside the hall getting closer and closer, her complexion changed and turned as white as paper.

The door of the room opened with a sharp scraping sound, and then closed again.

The moonlight shined in but was blocked again outside of the door. With the sight in front of her eyes turning brighter for an instant, Ming Zhu saw through the bed curtains the figure of a man.

It was not Zhao Zhi.

Ming Zhu had never hoped so desperately for Zhao Zhi to find her quickly.

She continued to shrink further back.

The man stopped a few meters away from her and he asked, “Who is on the bed?”

Just as he entered the room, Song Huaiqing not only heard the sound of a voice, but also smelled a strong incense fragrance.

The fragrance was so strong that one felt discomfort just by smelling it.

Ming Zhu’s body was tense. Right now she was pointing the sharp end of the gold hairpin at her own neck. If he dared to come near, she could only commit suicide to preserve her innocence.

She wasn’t some kind of martyr woman that would die to protect her chastity, but she would definitely not let the person who drugged her to get her r*ped be successful in their plot.

Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Ming Zhu finally got a chance to catch her breath and suddenly relaxed a lot. Her voice was particularly hoarse, “Lord Song, it’s me.”

The young girl’s breath was weak when she spoke, it seemed to be extraordinarily difficult for her to even breathe.

Song Huaiqing was no longer in his reverie. After a short instant of astonishment, the look on his face turned very ugly, he asked: “Miss Ming Zhu?”

Ming Zhu only wanted him to go out quickly.

Song Huaiqing could only see a blurry figure, he asked, “When did you come here? Who brought you here?”

When asking this question, Song Huaiqing’s manner of speaking was very harsh, his tone cold, as if his words were knives.

The cold question revealed his intention of questioning her, he was suspecting that she had plotted against him.

Ming Zhu said, “Before you came here, it was a little palace maid who brought me here.”

After she said this clearly, she said word after word: “Lord Song, can you go out first?”

Song Huaiqing had already figured out by its smell that the incense lit in the small incense burner on the desk was containing aphrodisiac ingredients.

His face turned somber, a rare occurrence. This kind of scheme was obviously not within the range he could accept.

Song Huaiqing had never seen such despicable and unscrupulous methods. Turning around, he opened the door to disperse the smell in the room, then he asked, “Does miss Ming Zhu still remember what that palace maid looked like?”

Ming Zhu had already bitten down her lower lip to a bloody pulp, “Round face, almond eyes, about as tall as me, wearing pink clothes.”

The bones in Song Huaiqing’s fingers creaked as he clenched them, it was the same person who brought him here.