The Prince of An County experienced a social death right there for a full three seconds before Xiao Hen sent Yu Yaya with a bottle of golden sore medicine.
The Prince of An County wished even more fervently for death...
After treating the injuries of Mo Qianxue and Hua Xiyao in the Medical Hall, Gu Jiao took her small first-aid kit and returned to Bishui Alley.
Hua Xiyao had been staying next door to Mo Qianxue, but in order to monitor Hua Xiyao more closely, Mo Qianxue directly arranged for Gu Jiao to move the two of them into the same room.
It wasn’t Gu Jiao’s room.
Mo Qianxue didn’t want someone else living in Gu Jiao’s room.
Lying on the small bed and having taken a muscle-relaxing powder, Hua Xiyao was so weak that she could only glare icily at Mo Qianxue on the big bed with her eyes: "Mo Qianxue, you traitor!"
Mo Qianxue didn’t speak. She sat at the head of the bed, leaning against a soft pillow, silently knitting a red cord that she had learned from Little Jiang Li.
Hua Xiyao sneered, "What? You dare to do it but not own up to it? The Inn Master shouldn’t have trusted you so much! It was the Inn Master who picked you up! But in the end, you betrayed the Young Inn Master!"
Mo Qianxue paused her work on the red cord and glanced at her, "Hua Xiyao, what exactly do you know?"
Hua Xiyao said coldly, "Then tell me, what don’t I know? Or where did I speak wrongly?"
Mo Qianxue paused for a moment, "You didn’t say anything wrong. Yes, I did betray the young master."
Some things, once admitted, actually bring relief. She had previously refused to accept the fact that she had betrayed the young master, but when she’d truly reached this point, there really was nothing left to argue.
She hadn’t carried out the young master’s commands, which in everyone’s eyes, meant she had betrayed the young master.
Nobody considered that she could have turned against the young master. She didn’t do that, she couldn’t bring herself to harm Gu Jiao. She chose to either flee or die, but she also couldn’t bring herself to push the young master to the execution platform; after all, that was her master.
Mo Qianxue said softly, "Hua Xiyao, do you know? That night, I almost died. To win Gu Jiao’s trust, the young master had someone hit me hard. I really came very close to losing my life."
Hua Xiyao gave a sarcastic smile, "Aren’t you fine now? The Young Inn Master knew that the Medical Hall could heal you."
Mo Qianxue shook her head, "You don’t understand. If she hadn’t given me her blood, no matter how skilled her medical techniques were, they would not have been able to save me."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Prime Minister's Darling