Cang Lan Dao - Chapter 19.2
Chapter 19.2
In the future, don’t casually let —
After the first cry of pain, Luo Wanqing could no longer restrain herself and kept crying. She vaguely remembered when she was a child, she had a toothache, and when she touched that bad tooth, that excruciating pain connected to her head, and it hurt so much that she wailed and cried. Now she felt like she was surrounded by the root of that rotten tooth, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more painful, so painful that she wanted to take a dagger and remove this torture. She howled and cried in pain. Tears and snots entangled, and she cried uncontrollably.
She felt like countless carriages crushed her body back and forth, over and over again. She finally realized when a person felt extreme pain, there was no dignity or will. She even began to beg so that this torture would end. However, behind her, the person pinched her bones mercilessly. He holds her, crushing her vertebrae, then starting from the limbs, little by little reshaping her body. That howls gradually became whispers, and even though she was in so much pain, she never lost consciousness. Finally, she deliriously shouted: “Mother.”
The person behind her paused.
She whispered, “I’m in so much pain.”
So painful. When she was a child, Yao Zelan would be by her side whenever she fell ill, hugging her gently and patting her back. Leaning on Yao Zelan, the young her felt she could overcome all pain and sadness. But where’s her mother? Where’s her father? Where’s her brother? Where’s her sister-in-law? All gone.
She was no longer Luo Wanqing. Liu Xiniang was alone and had nothing.
Her tears flowed down. Her thoughts were confused, and she hoarsely opened her mouth, “Mother …… Hug your daughter …….”
Hug Nan Nan, Nan Nan in so much pain. She shed silent tears, begging. She didn’t think there would be any response, yet a few moments later, someone suddenly embraced her like a child and made her sit on him, letting her face rest on his shoulder. “There, no more crying.”
His voice was gentle, and as the words fell, he lifted his hand and cupped her spine, and once again, the sharp pain came, followed by a wave of warmth wrapped around her bones.
From the beginning, this warmth had nursed her broken bones, yet this time, it spread all the way around and gently nourished the muscles, like the touch of a mother’s pat on the back when she was young, silently easing the pain. On one side, there was sharp pain caused by the broken bone, while on the other, silent gentleness. Extreme pain and warmth were interlaced, and with her eyes closed, she endured all of this, feeling that the time was too long.
Uncertain how long it took before it finally stopped.
“There.” He sighed softly, as if coaxing a child, gently stroking her back, and said, “Nan nan is good. Go to sleep.”
She couldn’t say anything, leaning against the other party, slowly closing her eyes, and drifting off to sleep as he gently soothed her repeatedly. She didn’t know how long she had slept. But she vaguely felt that someone was feeding her water and medication. Every time she was awake, she slept again after drinking the medicine, and so on.
When she woke up again, it was an early morning. She opened her eyes and felt sore on all her body. She lay on her back, relaxed, and heard a question, “How do you feel?”
Luo Wanqing raised her head, and she saw a blue-clothed youth sitting not far away, still with that ordinary face, but because of those eyes, after looking at them for a long time, she felt he was handsome. He sat on a chair with one hand on the armrest while the other propped up his jaw. His face was pale, and he seemed a bit weak. He smiled and looked at her, gently saying, “You slept for seven days. Your bones should have grown well. Move gently.”
Hearing that she had slept for seven days, Luo Wanqing frowned. She immediately realized that this was not a normal sleep. She moved her body to straighten up and asked coldly: “You fed me medicine?”
“Uh-huh.” The other party didn’t deny it and said tiredly, “You’re too afraid of pain.”
Luo Wanqing’s movements slightly stuttered. Qin Jue could see that she was displeased. He smiled, “Like an ordinary boudoir girl who hasn’t been through anything. Your cry makes my heart soft. Molding bone is hard, so I can only feed you medicine.”
“I can get through it. It’s easy to get sticky if you don’t move your muscles and bones,” Luo Wanqing reminded him, “You can wasted your effort like this.”
“I have been helping you unclog with massages.” Qin Jue answered her worries, “I’ve checked. Your bones and tendons are growing well. No need to worry.”
These words made Luo Wanqing embarrassed. Qin Jue seemed unconcerned as he gazed at the woman, who was trying out her new body in the morning light. He joked, “If you were an ordinary girl, I would have to marry you.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Luo Wanqing carefully felt every detail of her body and said lightly, “I won’t pester you.”
“This way ah …… “Qin Jue slowly and leisurely, “Then I’m relieved, I’m saving lives. Attaching myself to you for life is a bad deal.”
Luo Wanqing didn’t bother him. She walked down from the bed and carefully felt every step. She walked to the window and stopped. They were still in the house before she passed out. The host’s family was in the middle of cleaning the courtyard. The sunlight was pouring down on the trees with new buds, looking vibrant and delightful.
As Qin Jue had said, her bones and tendons had grown well. She felt comfortable as she ran her internal energy. Her body was light, her muscles lengthened, and except for her bones and tendons, which still had some pain, she felt a sense of comfort and strength that she had never felt before. She couldn’t help but raise her hand and gaze at her palm in the sunlight. Her hands were thinly calloused and scarred, different from the past.
In the past, whenever she touched water, she had to dry off her hands and apply some balm. Although she didn’t care, the people around her – Jiang Shaoyan, her mother, or even the attendants – paid extra attention to her beauty. Like all boudoir ladies, she pampered herself, from her hair to her delicate nails. She didn’t have a single bruise on her body, no calluses on her hands. She was like a piece of porcelain, and her beauty was exquisite. But at that time, she never had a sense of control at this time. Even though she had forged it with pain, blood, and tears, it was mesmerizing. She gazed at herself, and after a few moments, she heard the man behind her say, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.” Luo Wanqing sniffed and put away her palms in response, turning her head towards him to thank him, “Many thanks.”
Qin Jue didn’t say anything. She didn’t ask, so he knew she was defensive. Actually, he didn’t care, but when he thought of the figure covered in blood driving a horse seven days ago, he became uneasy. He pursed his lips before asking: “How did you get hurt?”
“Someone stopped me, so I killed her.” Luo Wanqing’s voice was flat, not inviting more words.
Qin Jue raised his eyelids, uttering speculation, “Silver Snake?”
Few people in Jianghu used Miao swords, so Qin Jue asked for the most likely one.
Luo Wanqing nodded, “Uh-huh.”
“She stopped you from coming to my rescue?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then why did you come?” Qin Jue stared at her.
Luo Wanqing was silent before saying softly, “For conscience.”
“Just conscience?”
“What else?” Luo Wanqing laughed softly with some displeasure, “What else do you have for me to scheme for? You don’t have to think about what I’m scheming. I’ve said what I want. I won’t ask for more.”
Qin Jue’s movement paused.
Luo Wanqing was still angry and couldn’t help but say one more sentence, “I’m not you. Being good is good. Being bad is bad. There’s not much scheming. If I were the same as you, then let me ask you, why are you molding my bones for me?”
Qin Jue raised his eyes to look at her, not understanding why Luo Wanqing asked this.