Innocent Wind Lotus: 52

  Under a peach tree in the small courtyard, Fenghe's neck was tied to the small tree with a white silk strip, only her toes barely touched the ground. Her ferocious face was full of bloodstains, and she had already fainted away. Fenghe's breath was weak, her eyes struggled to open a slit, looking at Yan'er who had also fainted, then silently closed her eyes again.

  It was unknown how long it took, but Yan'er woke up. At this time, the sky had already darkened, and there were no other servants serving in the small courtyard. This was Yan'er's own decision, and at this moment, she regretted this decision a little. The black and shiny courtyard made the scene even more terrifying.

  The woman hanging from the white silk was like a female ghost emerging from hell, with blood all over her face. Her face stiffened as she crawled up: "Feng He?" Tears were already all over her face.

  Cui Zhu's hundredfold cruelty didn't make her shed a single tear, but when she saw Feng He's appearance, she burst into tears and rushed over: "Feng He, are you okay?" Yan'er trembled as she pulled at the white silk.

  "Wind... lotus, wind lotus you hold on a bit longer, I'll untie it right away." Yan'er pulled and tugged at the white silk cord, but the more she pulled, the tighter it became.

  "Uh..." Feng He was weakly hummed by the white silk scarf that bound him.

  "No, wait, Fenghe! I'll go get the scissors!" Yan'er didn't care about anything else and turned around to run back. The dark courtyard was filled with a cool breeze, and Yan'er panted heavily as she pushed open the door. There were no candles lit in the room, but she didn't care about that either. She felt her way through the darkness and rummaged through Fenghe's sewing basket for the scissors. Her hand closed around something cold, and by the faint moonlight coming from outside the window, she saw that it was indeed the scissors. Holding the scissors, she turned around and ran wildly towards the peach blossom tree.

  "Fenghe, I found the scissors!" Yan's back-and-forth running had already left her drenched in sweat, despite not being physically fit. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and with one snip of the scissors, the tightly pulled white ribbon instantly went limp.

  She fell to the ground with a thud, her face pale and exhausted, yet she forced a beautiful smile on her face, unaware that her distorted features couldn't possibly form a smile, only a grotesque grimace.

  "Fenghe, can you walk?" Yan'er squatted on the ground with tears and sweat mixed together.

  "Husband..." Feng He struggled to speak but was interrupted by Yan Er.

  "Stop talking, if you can walk, follow me, I'll help you back." If not, she had no choice but to carry Fenghe on her back.

  Feng He nodded, and with a great deal of effort, she got up, leaning on Yan Er. The two supported each other, stumbling and staggering along the small path as they walked away into the darkness.

  Her face looked at the wind lotus lying on her bed, her fingers gently holding a towel to wipe away the bloodstains on the wind lotus. Who made the wind lotus like this! She cried, her fingers trembling constantly, and the wind lotus painfully pressed against her hand, shaking its head.

  "I know it hurts, bear with it a bit, I won't cry anymore, I won't cry anymore." After that, she wiped her eyes hard with her sleeve.

  Fenghe nodded, and the tears that had been welling up in her eyes were about to spill over again. But she bit her lip and held them back, exchanging the basin of water for a clean one. Her face still held the cloth as she gently wiped Fenghe's face, the candlelight flickering between them.

  Her face was pressed against the edge of the bed, the candle had already burned out, and her sore body woke her up. When she opened her eyes, the sky was already slightly bright. Yan'er looked at Fenghe, who had been washing his wounds all night. Only when the blood on the wound was almost washed away did Yan'er see that Fenghe's cheek was scratched with many large and small wounds of varying depths. She didn't dare to tell Fenghe, fearing that this face would be ruined for life.

  Qian'er begged the sky to brighten up quickly, and hurriedly asked the housekeeper to invite a doctor. Who was it that had hurt Fenghe after all? Wōwō (Fenghe's nickname) Fenghe's quilt was lifted, Qian'er got up and rubbed her sore body.

  "Madam......" Feng He woke up and opened his mouth with some effort, wanting to say something.

  "Fenghe, are you awake? I'll pour you some water, drink some first." Yan'er hastily grabbed the kettle, only to find it empty. She turned back: "Fenghe... I'll go boil some water."

  Her face was carrying a water bucket in the yard, looking around, where is the well? After turning around, she finally found the well, threw the bucket into it, and pulled hard on the hemp rope. She managed to draw up half a bucket of water, poured it into her own bucket, tried the weight, and then went back for another half. This weight was just right for her to carry. Now looking for fire, she pushed open each door in the adjacent room, originally not even knowing where the kitchen was in this yard, let alone boiling water? Without a windproof lighter, perhaps she would starve to death in this small yard. Yan'er carried the bucket back into the room.

  "Fenghe, I... or else wait until dawn, I'll go find someone." Yan'er looked at the small half bucket of water in the room with a defeated expression.

  "Fenghe smiled and said: 'Madam, it's nothing. Fenghe is just a slave, and has no relation with Shengshui.'"

  "That's good." Yan'er smiled apologetically, poured water from the bucket into a cup, and helped Fenghe drink: "Who tied you up?" Yan'er deliberately didn't mention what happened to her again.

  Fenghe's big mouthful of water moved the muscles on her face, making her cry out in pain: "Fenghe doesn't know either."

  As soon as the sky brightened, Yan'er rushed to Chun Yunji's room with a heavy body, knocking on the door for half a day without anyone opening it. She then ran to Qiuyi Garden to find Xuan'er, but was disappointed when Xuan'er helplessly told her that everyone in the mansion had to follow Ou Ruolan's orders now. They were all concubines and couldn't do things as they pleased. Yan'er walked out of Qiuyi Garden, not blaming Xuan'er, who was a person who knew her place and retreated at the right time. She did this obviously to avoid offending Ou Ruolan, the first wife, and give her face.

  Her face was dazed as she walked, and the General's Mansion had not been carefully examined since her arrival. However, she didn't have much thought to study the courtyard now, and with a brave spirit, she walked towards Yunlu Courtyard where Pan Yueyang and Ou Ruolan were.

  Yan'er sat at the gate of Jiangjun's mansion, anxiously looking around. It turned out that Pan Yueyang and Ou Ruolan had entered the palace yesterday and hadn't returned for a night, so she could only wait outside. The autumn air was chilly, and her thin dress made Yan'er shiver with a sneeze.

  Ou Ruolan saw that cheap person at the door from a distance, she snorted and smiled, indeed it was a cheap person!

  "Hubby, it seems like little sister is anxious about your safety." Oulan said to Pan Yueyang who had been closing his eyes and not giving her a good face.

  Pan Yu Yang suddenly opened her eyes, lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw Yan's frail figure.

  With a thud, before the sedan chair of the imperial palace had even landed, Yan'er knelt down straight away: "Your humble servant greets General Pan and Princess Dafuren." Her tone was not in the least bit disrespectful.

  "Oh dear, sister, what are you doing? Let the neighbors see and they'll think I've wronged you." Ouro Lan hypocritically walked out of the sedan chair.

  "My face... I dare not." For Fenghe's sake, she had to endure.

  "Get up and speak." Pan Yu Yang pulled Yan Er up.

  Her face coldly glanced at him, then turned her head and knelt beside Oulan: "Princess Madam, Fenghe was stabbed in the face by someone last night, please ask the madam to invite a doctor for Fenghe."

  "Is a slave even worthy of me sending for a doctor?" Ouyang Rulan bypassed Yan'er and was about to enter the mansion.

  Her face panicked, she grabbed the hem of Ouro's skirt: "Princess Madam, I beg of you, as long as you let Fenghe see a doctor, I'll do anything."

  Ou Ruolan turned back, and Pan Yueyang's anger had already reached its peak: "Shan Yunji, go invite a doctor! This is the General's Mansion, not your imperial palace! Come on, send her back to her room!" Pan Yueyang walked directly into the mansion, ignoring the two women.

  He didn't like Yan'er kneeling on the ground and begging in a low voice, but Yan'er was indeed arrogant nowadays, and every day she would coldly face him with a straight face, so he let Ou Ruolan punish her slightly.

  The doctor has been invited, Yan'er sat stupidly on the edge of the bed, Fenghe's face was delayed for too long and some knife wounds were too deep to be cured. The doctor told Yan'er that after Fenghe's wound healed, there would be big and small scars left.

  "Madam, I'm fine." Feng He took Madam's hand and comforted her.

  "Hmm." Ouyang Lan raised her chin, and the emerald bamboo beside her smiled smugly, kicking open the door.

  "Hey, this house is where dead people live, there's not even a hint of life." As he spoke, he walked out and supported Ouyang Rulan again.

  Her face watched as her own door was kicked open by someone, and saw that the person who came was Cui Zhu, coldly kneeling on the ground: "The humble servant greets the princess and madam, the humble servant thanks the princess and madam for inviting a doctor for Feng He." Although this doctor was invited by Pan Yueyang's order, she still respectfully knocked her head.

  "Alright, get up." Ouyang Rulan surprisingly let Yan'er get up and watched as Fenghe struggled to get up to pay his respects: "Never mind, you're excused."

  Fenghe had no choice but to lie back on the bed and watch the two of them. Fenghe thought that she should have accompanied Yan'er to the front hall for the grand wedding, but suddenly someone tied her up from behind and took her away. She didn't see who it was that tied her up, but among all the people in the mansion, Ou Ruolan was the most suspicious.

  "She's so scary, wherever she goes, she looks like a female ghost!" Ouro Lan deliberately scared her and retreated continuously, with Cui Zhu quickly supporting Ouro Lan by her side.

  "Princess, I also think this person is really too scary. Just look at her, she's been serving the masters in the mansion every day, and wherever she goes, it's frightening. Tsk tsk tsk, Princess, just look at that face, hahaha." Cui Zhu sneered at Feng He on the bed.

  "What did the doctor say?" Oulan looked at Yan's face with disgust, avoiding looking at Fenghe.

  "The doctor said that the wound on your face is too deep and you delayed seeking medical attention for too long, so it may not recover to its original state." Yan'er didn't know what trick the master and servant were going to play, she could only react as things developed.

  "Hmph!" Oulan sat down: "This palace has grown up in the imperial palace since childhood, can't bear these filthy things, and will be expelled from the house soon to marry any man."

  "I didn't expect Ou Ruolan to be so dismissive of Fenghe. In a moment of urgency, she blurted out: 'No way, she's been secretly plotted against in the mansion, and you still want to marry her off to just any man? What about Fenghe's future then?!'"

  "Are you talking to me like that?" Oulan looked at this thing that didn't know life or death, sooner or later I'll make you wish you were dead!

  "I... your humble servant dare not, only beg that Your Highness and the Grand Lady can spare Fenghe." Yan'er knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing.

  "I let her off, but if she scares the people in the mansion with this look of hers every day, what's to be done?" Ouro Lan looked at Yan'er's nodding head, feeling truly delighted.

  "The slave will not let her out, the slave is responsible for serving Fenghe, begging the princess to show mercy." Yan'er's actions made Fenghe on the bed unbearable, and she also got up and knelt down to kowtow.

  "Princess, listen... even a slave has someone to serve her." Cui Zhu smiled as she watched the two of them knock their heads together like they were pounding garlic.

  "There's no need to say more, she's a useless person now. I won't raise you useless people in the mansion for nothing. It's not easy being the mistress of the house, you should understand me." Ou Ruolan said as she stood up: "Someone come and drag this monster out for me!" It turned out that Ou Ruolan had already prepared everything.

  The expressionless guard outside the door heard the order and entered the room, pulling Fenghe out.

  "No, Fenghe!" Yan'er shouted and was about to pull him back when she heard a loud thud as he fell to the ground.

  Cui Zhu pulled her foot back, humph, this woman's life is really big, several times of torture didn't make her child fall down, with this one kick, I don't believe her life will still be that big!

  "Ah!" Euryale shouted.

  Her face looked wronged as she watched the two women performing in front of her, just like two clowns!

  "Ah..." Orlane had already sat down on the ground, she did it herself, and Cui Zhu was shocked and cried out loudly.

  "Help! Help! The mistress is going to kill the princess! Help! Princess!" Cui Zhu quickly glanced around the room, starting to mess up the objects in the room, a vase shattered on the ground into ceramic pieces, and then went to overturn the table. She suddenly saw a small pair of scissors in the female worker's basket, and her heart was delighted. She took the scissors and stuffed them into Yan'er's hand.

  "Princess, princess......" Hearing Cui Zhu's desperate cries for help, the nearby maids all rushed in following the sound. Upon entering the room, they saw Yan'er lying on the ground, a pair of scissors in her hand pointed at the princess who was sitting on the floor...