Pei Yanzhou's eyes darkened completely as he looked at those horrific wounds.
Like the tranquility before a rainstorm, it has a breathtaking and oppressive feel.
Song Jinyin couldn't break free from his confinement, so she simply raised her eyes and looked at him, refusing to dodge.
"There are sharpened pieces of wood under the board, and there is a blade hidden in the middle."
"Since the prince has been watching the excitement, he should know that the servant is of low status and has no power to fight back. But the prince does not know that since the prince is unwilling to come out to save the servant, and the servant has begged someone by himself, what is the prince angry about? "
Scarlet color flashed in the eyes of the person in front of her, and the hand holding her chin gradually loosened its grip. When she turned to leave, her steps were stiff for a moment.
"Heal this hand and then serve me, lest the blood stain my house."
Before leaving the house, the man's voice was cold and hard, his face faded into darkness, and his back was as tall as usual.
It wasn't until the door was closed that Song Jinyin supported the table with her other hand and slowly squatted down.
It is worthless.
At that moment, her backbone and her show of weakness were indeed worthless.
Even her life was not as valuable as this hand.
She could be targeted by Pei Jinzhi, killed and silenced, or die in any accident, but she could not accept that she was a useless person with no hope, let alone commit suicide.
How could she have the right to commit suicide if her parents had not shown her filial piety.
The vision was blurry, and soon there was movement outside, and Song Jinyin finally suppressed her emotions.
It was time for her to go back to the house.
If you stay there for a long time, this house will definitely have a rusty smell that won't go away.
"Sister Jinyin, are you in there?"
"Yes, yes."
Song Jinyin carefully wiped the blood on the table with a handkerchief, and the door creaked open. Xueyu, who looked worried, saw the bloody hand, and her eyes turned red from crying.
"Sister Jinyin, your hand... Butler Wang asked me to ask the doctor to come over, but the doctor was called away by someone from the eldest girl's courtyard just now. I couldn't keep anyone. I don't know your hand. so serious......"
"Silly girl, why are you crying?"
Song Jinyin raised her hand to wipe it for her, but when she saw her dirty hand, she put it back secretly, "Don't cry, even if you know that my hand is injured, is it possible that you can still compete with the older girl?"
"But..." Xueyu choked, "But at least I can fight for more."
"What a fool. What did I tell you before?"
"Keep your head down and do your own thing, and don't cause unreasonable disasters."
"Just remember."
Song Jinyin's face was pale and she walked towards her house with empty steps.
"Don't cry anymore. Sister, you have to work hard before you go ask the doctor next to you."
Just now she took a closer look.
The wound on her hand was deeper than she imagined, and she was even a little unsure whether it would affect her embroidery work even if it healed.
"Sister Jinyin, wait for me, I'll go right away!"
...
Back at the house, Song Jinyin put her hand into the basin. The clear water gradually turned turbid, and her mind drifted away.
She learned embroidery from Liu.
I heard that my maternal ancestor Liu Jia was originally from a scholarly family, but they moved to Anyang County after their decline.
My grandfather's family loved talents rather than money, so he found a private school and became a teacher, and the family lived a warm and peaceful life.
But even so, Liu never slackened on her studies.
The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting that every lady must learn, as well as women's embroidery, ran through her entire childhood life bit by bit.
It's just that Song Jinyin was playful when she was a child. She only had some talent in playing the piano and embroidery, but she forgot about the rest.
Thanks to her childhood intelligence, Song Jinyin no longer dared to be lazy, for fear that her skills would be unfamiliar and she would not be able to exchange for money.
After a moment of turbulent thoughts, Song Jinyin's head became more and more chaotic, her vision went dark, and her body finally became hot after holding on for a whole day.
At this time, it was the prince's study.
Pei Yanzhou sat in front of the writing desk, feeling cold all over his body. The pen in his hand remained for a long time, and after a long time, a little bit of ink dripped and spread out.
"My lord, are you injured?"
Butler Wang brought his guard Cang Lin into the house, and when he saw the blood stains on the front of his clothes, his voice suddenly became louder.
Only then did Pei Yanzhou glance down, his fingertips brushing against the darkness.
With such a strong smell of rust, her wounds were probably much more serious than what she saw.
"Where did that wooden board come from?"
"Returning to the throne was the idea of Ming Tao, the maid next to the eldest daughter. She said that if she didn't slap her in the face, she would still be able to sell it for a good price after Miss Jin Yin was rejected."
Pei Yanzhou's face became colder and colder.
"go on."
It was completely dark when I came out of the study.
Pei Yanzhou stopped in the courtyard for a long time and looked at the dim lights in the side room.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw the door being opened, and a little maid hurriedly came out carrying a medicine bowl.
"what happened?"
"Go back to the master, the doctor that the maid invited was intercepted by the eldest girl's people, saying that he wanted to vent her anger on the eldest girl. Later, the doctor he invited was delayed for some time. Miss Jin Yin got a fever and became more serious. "
Pei Yanzhou didn't make a sound for a long time. Just when Butler Wang thought he wouldn't speak again, the voice sounded again in the night.
"In front of Pei Wenshu, I killed that maid with a stick."
"yes."
Butler Wang shivered.
Although the prince's happiness and anger have been difficult to distinguish in the past two years, he has never taken anyone's life in the palace. The current incident, whether it is for the prince's face in the courtyard or for Song Jinyin, indicates that the Duke's palace will be in trouble. Gradually.
...
Song Jinyin, who had been sleeping unconsciously, had no idea what was happening outside.
She only noticed that someone was constantly forcing her to drink something bitter on her lips, which made her just want to escape.
After a long stalemate, the movement stopped.
She struggled to open her eyes in confusion.
A figure in front of her, familiar yet unfamiliar, made her sway slightly.
It seemed like I saw Pei Yanzhou again.
In the dream, she went back to the year when she first entered the palace. One moment she saw the gentle Duke's wife smiling at her, and the other moment she saw Pei Yanzhou entering the water to save her regardless of the cold.
The memories of these years flashed by, and even the hatred was extremely clear, but after looking around, there was no sign of the girl from the Ye family standing beside him, shaking his sleeves affectionately.
"When you wake up, get up and drink the medicine by yourself."
The cold voice completely woke Song Jinyin up.
Her eyes gradually regained some clarity. When she saw the person coming, she tried to sit up.
"Since I don't want this hand anymore, what else should I ask the doctor for?"
Song Jinyin stopped and looked up at him, and saw clearly the irritation on his face, her lips moved, but then she remembered that when she was punished, this man had been standing under the eaves of the corridor watching, and her heart felt cold.
Song Jinyin laughed at herself.
You should have gotten used to it, after all these years.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, but I really can't stand up and salute, and this place is so cramped and claustrophobic. It would be better for Your Majesty to go back and rest early."
Perhaps because he felt that the cold expression of the person in front of him was too dazzling, Pei Yanzhou became increasingly angry and leaned over to pinch her chin.
