C3 Apricot

The Left Prime Minister stared at Murong Yue, suspecting that she had been tricked!

If it wasn't for the fact that someone had been watching him all this time, and the fact that the wounds on her body couldn't be fake, he really wanted to check them out. It seemed that he had indeed pushed too far.

Thinking this way, the Left Prime Minister instructed, "Men, put the young miss down and bring her back to her room for a good rest." With that, Prime Minister Zuo left without looking back.

It was obvious that he was infuriated.

After being put down, Murong Yue loosened her muscles and bones, feeling the pain all over her body that made her want to jump, as she was the most afraid of pain.

Because she was afraid of pain, she didn't want to be hurt like anyone else. Naturally, she was stronger than anyone else. Thinking that Murong Yue, no matter what, was the organization's trump card, who would have thought she would fall to such a state today!

First, he was tricked by those bitches, then he teleported to this strange place. However, the only thing that could be considered good was this! He wouldn't need to risk his life for anyone in the future.

Once, she only wanted to break away from the organization, marry an ordinary person, have a child that did not resemble her at all, and live her entire life.

Now, at least he possessed freedom. Once the original owner's wish was fulfilled, she could then find someone to marry and fulfill her wish.

Thinking about it this way, Murong Yue felt that the wounds on his body were not all that unbearable. For a time, he couldn't hold back his laughter. It was just a smile, but it opened his chapped lips wide. Fresh blood dyed her lips red, causing her to look a little more flirtatious.

The butler who was waiting here could not help but take a deep breath when he saw Murong Yue's appearance. With a hint of respect that even he could not understand, he turned to Murong Yue and said: "Young miss, please return with this old servant."

The fragrance of sandalwood wafted in the air, causing the simple room to feel a bit more comfortable. The slightly white bedcurtains accentuated the simple and crude nature of the room. Other than a few golden hairpins on the dressing table, there was nothing else in this large room.

The woman was leaning against the wooden bed. There was no expression on his pale face. Beside her sat a little girl with red eyes from crying.

At this moment, the little girl was bandaging the wounds on her body. Not far away, the old doctor was writing a prescription.

The little girl's dressing technique was not bad. It was obvious that she was used to dressing the original owner's wounds. Murong Yue indifferently listened to the doctor's orders to the butler.

"Even if Eldest Miss's face is healed, I'm afraid it will still leave a scar. How could your esteemed palace leave a scar on the Eldest Miss' face? " The old doctor frowned. The doctor's heart made him angry.

For a frail girl to be beaten to the point where her bones could be seen, it wasn't easy for her to survive. In that moment, it was accompanied by a few questions.

The butler was embarrassed: "This..." It was an accident. This old servant will report your words to the Prime Minister, Doctor. Thank you very much, Doctor. " After saying that, the butler left to send them off.

Inside the house, when the little girl heard that Murong Yue's face would be scarred, she couldn't help but cry loudly.

The little girl's crying made Murong Yue feel a headache.

According to ancient calculations, it should have been about six hours since she returned from the woodshed. This girl had stopped crying! She was crying so hard, her head felt like it was about to explode!

"Xing Er, don't cry." Murong Yue suppressed his voice and comforted her as gently as he could. It was for no other reason but because this girl was the only one who was willing to feel sorry for the original owner.

"Miss, my poor Miss, what should we do from now on?" Xing Er sobbed as he looked at the place on the left side of Murong Yue's face where the bandage was on.