C14

Although Yue'e Pavilion and the Purple Gold Pavilion were very far apart, they were both part of the Palace and so the road was not very long. However, the woman walking on this path felt as if an entire century had passed, that long and long …

The black night, the moonless night, was so cold.

There were no cracks in the dense forest on either side of her. She was the only person on the cobblestone path. The endless darkness of the night imprisoned her. Her palace was her prison, a prison that she was unable to break out of.

Luo Shang's back was already drenched, and the waves of the cool wind caused her to involuntarily wrap her arms around her shoulders and shiver. Her thin clothes could never warm her, and at this moment, even her heart was frozen in the endless darkness.

Trembling steps bypassed the pavilion, and she dragged her weak body along with her as she supported herself against the pillar, reluctantly walking over.

Under the wutong tree, rows of purple and furry flowers bloomed brilliantly. Those flowers again, don't forget me.

Late at night, she could not see very clearly, but she could feel that these flowers were beautiful, at least in her eyes, they were sad and beautiful.

Luo Shang looked up and sighed softly. A misty white aura slowly rose from the bottom of her lips. Two crystal clear tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, flowing down to her lips, bitter and bitter. She felt a dull pain on the side of his face. His entire face was burning in pain. This slap was even heavier than the last one.

Inside the purple gold pavilion, Ah Yu and Zhuo Jin stood at the top of the stairs and watched from afar. Ever since Ma Saniang forcefully took the young miss away, they had been waiting here.

"Sister Ah Yu, where do you think that woman Ma Saniang brought the young miss? It's been so long since the young miss has returned." Zhuo Jin cried, her fingers spinning in front of him, her eyes red and swollen like walnuts, biting her swollen lips.

"Sister Ah Yu, say something."

Ah Yu was not in the mood to listen to what she had to say. Ma Gu angrily walked into the Purple Gold Pavilion, and then took away the young miss without any explanation. She was very frustrated and didn't have the time to reply to the little girl beside her. She could only hope that nothing had happened to the young miss. Otherwise, how could she be worthy of her mistress's entrustment?

Just as they were frowning with worry, they saw a figure faintly walking over from the circular stone arch of the Purple Gold Pavilion. She had walked with great difficulty, and her hands were crossed over each other as she tightly gripped the simple dress on her arm.

As she got closer, her steps became more and more unstable …

Luo Shang leaned on the stone frame at the entrance, her lips were dry and cracked, cold sweat flowed down her forehead. Her face was deathly pale, and she only felt that her throat was like a fire that was about to burn, and she did not say anything.

"Miss …?"

"Zhuo Jin, it's Miss."

Ah Yu did not care about anything else and rushed over first. She propped up the woman's head with his arm, causing her forehead to boil as her face became frighteningly pale. Ah Yu called out twice, but she did not reply. When Ah Yu took her hands off Luo Shang's back, she could not help but cry out.

"Blood!" Sister Ah Yu, why is your hand covered in blood? "

Hearing her shout, Ah Yu frowned, the blood, was from the young miss.

"Zhuo Jin, quickly, let us help the young miss back to her room. You should go and inform the King Jin immediately, the young miss' wound is probably inflamed. With so much blood, the wound must be serious, quickly go —"

Zhuo Jin was so scared that she continued to cry. She nodded forcefully as she wiped her nose with her hand and continued to sniff. After she helped Luo Shang back to her room, she did not dare to delay and immediately ran out. Without caring about the blood on her broken knees that she fell on earlier, she buried her head and ran towards the Yue'e Pavilion.

Anxiety was written all over Ah Yu's face, and she looked at the pale and powerless woman lying on the bed, whose forehead was drenched in sweat. Even though she hadn't woken up yet, her eyes were tightly shut, and she was randomly grabbing onto her blanket, looking to be in pain.

Ah Yu twisted the handkerchief in his hand, and looked towards the door from time to time.

"No — No …" Don't kill them. "

"No …" "I beg you, Mu Ge, don't leave me behind …"

Hearing her soft voice, Ah Yu immediately ran over and squatted down beside the bed. She held Luo Shang's hand uneasily in her palm. Miss, what are you talking about? Who would abandon you? "My poor lady ~"

"Heavens, if you have eyes, then take revenge on me, Ah Yu. Stop torturing this pitiful girl, she is innocent … She is innocent … " Ah Yu shook her head and cried as she kneeled on the ground.

In this half a month of time, she had watched Luo Shang suffer humiliation and torture time and again. Whether it was physically or mentally, it was not something that this nineteen year old girl could endure. Yet, she had to sacrifice so much for the sake of the Luo Family. Was this really fate?

Ah Yu rubbed his eyes and got up to change the towel on Luo Shang's forehead that was already cold. He gently lifted the messy hair by her ear, and accidentally saw the two bright red marks on the sides of her fair neck, and the blood stains on her fingertip. If one looked carefully, they would see that it was a bright red mark on her neck. Just what was going on? What did Ma Saniang do to the young miss?

Ah Yu still remembered that on the day that the girl had woken up, her helpless eyes were filled with arrogance. She gripped Zhuo Jin's wrist tightly and asked herself who she was.

On the day of her marriage, her pair of eyes that were as thin as ice, was clearly filled with unwillingness, and was so strong that she had married into the King Jin Palace for the Luo Family. Even though she had suffered all the humiliation, she was still able to stand up again and again.

Just how tenacious was she?

However, when Ah Yu looked at her now, her long eyelashes couldn't stop trembling. Her nose was tall and straight, and she was panting lightly with a weak aura. Just like last time, she was also so weak and lifeless.