Chapter Two: Does she look good in my king's clothes?

, tearing off some flesh. Qin Luoyan couldn't help but cry out in pain. In the next instant, her whole body was soaked with cold sweat. 。"So ugly" 。"Fu Zi Mo looked at the bloodstains on her back wit...When Qin Luoyan brought Wutong back to the mansion, it was eerily quiet. Even the watchmen were nowhere to be found, probably hiding somewhere to slack off.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and it was snowing.

In the most secluded courtyard in the mansion, Wutong added some hot water to a tub and her gaze fell on the bare back of the person inside. She couldn't help but sigh again.

"Wutong, stop sighing. This is the eighteenth time already. If you keep this up, my ears will develop calluses." Qin Luoyan closed her eyes without a hint of pain on her face. It was this indifference that made Wutong feel even more reluctant to hurt her.

"Miss, your back is covered in bruises. I'll go to the city tomorrow to find a doctor to take a look at you." Qing Yi was in patches of purple and blue, with hardly any good skin left. It made Wu Tong's heart tremble.

Qin Luoyan opened her eyes, a sweet smile on her face. "Wutong, in order to bribe the madame of Chunyue Tower, didn't we just sell my mother's only remaining gold hairpin Don't even talk about seeing a doctor, tomorrow there won't even be enough ingredients for this small kitchen."both Huyan Liuyun and Wuchi stood by the door, motionless. They glanced at each other, both with wry smiles on their faces. Fu Zimu hadn't spoken a word, yet they didn't even dare to sit down. 。"Young...