章節 25: Chapter 25: Reclaim all that belongs to me
編輯: Misty Cloud Translations
Zi Ling limped over in a panic, trying to support Ye Qing Luo up.
In her fluster, she tripped over the step at the entrance and stumbled forward instead.
She reached out in desperation, wanting to support Ye Qing Luo. Zi Ling's pair of clear and bright eyes were now wrought with worry.
Ye Qing Luo waved her hands dismissively at her. Zi Ling was shaking her arms and her injured arm hurt even more.
She drew in deep breaths and while she was gasping, she managed to squeeze out: "Don't mind me, I'll be fine once I sit down."
Zi Ling has touched the fresh blood that has drenched her shoulders and she frantically knelt down and asked, "Miss, was it Fourth Miss and gang that bullied you again?"
Her hands were full of blood and this had alarmed her greatly.
No wonder her Young Miss' face was so pale and she looked very weak and frail at this moment.
"Miss, they have gone too far! Let's go look for the Patriarch to get even with them! We have to tell him all the things they did to you! This is too much!"
Zi Ling's face was flushed red with anger as she stood up in determination and was just about to storm off.
"Come back."
She froze immediately in place. This was the first time she had heard her Young Miss speak in such a chilling tone.
Zi Ling turned around and was surprised to find that on Ye Qing Luo's face, was not the expression she was familiar with. In the past, Ye Qing Luo's face was always filled with fear and cowardice.
On her face was a pair of bright eyes that glowed with determination, it was hard for her to pull her sight away from her.
"Miss, Miss…"
For a moment there, Zi Ling felt as if her Young Miss was like a solitary snow capped mountain that stood above the rest, a sole temperament which was enchanting and captivating.
"Do not go! Hurry and prepare for me a pot of hot water, a pair of scissors and a few clean cloths!"
"Miss! You should not have to bear such treatment anymore!" Zi Ling looked at her with distress. She clenched her fist tightly and cried out loud: "You are the rightful daughter of the Ye family! You are the Young Matriarch! How can you let others bully you?"
Ye Qing Luo held onto her injured should and let out a cold self-deprecating laughter. "This injury was dealt to me by that so called Patriarch…"
Zi Ling's eyes went wide open as she looked at her incredulously.
"The position of the main wife's daughter… Young Matriarch.. These all belong to me. I will take them all back… bit by bit."
Ye Qing Luo 's smile was cold and filled with murderous intent, as a bloodthirsty glint flashed by in her eyes.
Zi Ling sucked in a mouthful of cold air.
"Ling Er will now go prepare the hot water and bring a pair of scissors for Young Miss!"
After which she picked up the basin that had fallen and started limping towards the kitchen.
Ye Qing Luo rested for a bit before she mustered her energy and climbed onto the bed.
Zi Ling returned with a pot of boiled water, a pair of scissors and some clean cloth.
With the help of Zi Ling, Ye Qing Luo managed to remove her outer robe and her injured shoulder was exposed.
From the shoulder to her arm, there was a long bloody wound.
When she saw that, Zi Ling couldn't help but scream out loud and her hands started trembling.
Looking at her own horrible wounds, Ye Qing Luo's gaze dipped a few degrees.
Ye Tian Kuang's heart was really made of iron, he actually wanted her life!
Since he hated her so, why was it that although her Mother had died so many years back, yet the position of the main wife was never given to the second lady whom he had evidently favored? Although in name only, he had even retained her position of the Young Matriarch…
This was really strange…
Ye Qing Luo tossed out all the random thoughts as she called out: "Scissors!"
Zi Ling passed her the scissors in a daze.
Ye Qing Luo gritted her teeth together as she endured on as she slowly dressed her own wounds.
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After dressing her wounds, Ye Qing Luo slumped onto her bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Miss, would you like some porridge?" Zi Ling brought to the bedside some black substance and carefully scooped out a spoonful, bringing it to Ye Qing Luo's lips.
A very pungent smell assaulted her nostrils and Ye Qing Luo scowled. "What is this…thing?"
Zi Ling bit her lips and her head drooped. She replied in a voice filled with guilt and remorse: "Sorry Miss, Ling Er is so useless… Ling Er failed to get fresh rice…."
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