Time passed quietly for a few days.
Qu Tan'er still had faint bruises on her back, but the pain was gone.
That day, although Mo Liancheng had left, he soon sent over a box of premium ointment.
Though Qu Tan'er was fuming inside, she kept it in.
She stayed confined to the Snow Courtyard, never stepping out!
"Jing Xin, what hour is it now?" Qu Tan'er lay bored on the table, her usual graceful demeanor utterly ruined at that moment.
Jing Xin came into the room, set down the tea, and replied, "There is still some time before lunch."
"But why do I feel like a long time has passed, like it's not lunch but dinner we're about to have?"
"Yet it is indeed not lunchtime yet."
"Where's Yuela and the others?" Qu Tan'er asked wearily, utterly frustrated with this life.
Living at the Eighth Prince Manor was better than the Qu Manor; at least there was no need to put up with patronizing faces every day, but no matter how good the place, it was still a cage.