Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Chapter 11 The Retired Emperor Is Really Sick

She could barely distinguish her dreams from reality. In quivering, she pushed the medicine box back

to the bottom of her bed. It disappeared the moment it was pushed in.

She halted her breath in fear for three seconds, and then she reached out under the bed, only to find

that it was gone.

She trembled and struggled back onto the bed, gasping for breath.

What had happened recently didn’t make any sense to her. She couldn’t figure it out either with her

professional or non-professional knowledge. Human beings were afraid of the unknown, and she was

no exception.

All of a sudden, the door was slammed open. Before she looked up, she felt being enveloped by

coldness. A sudden pain hit her scalp, and then she was pulled off the bed and fell to the ground.

"Are you playing dead now? Either you go kill yourself right away, or get up, get dressed and go back to

the palace with me." A cold voice echoed above her head. She was rudely rolled over and fell onto the

ground with her back on the floor. She was trembling out of pain. Before she could catch a breath, her

chin was pinched so hard by a strong hand that her jaw was almost crushed.

Yu Wenhao was furious. He was cold and violent with obvious contempt and hatred in his eyes even

when he saw her in pain. "I’m warning you. Stop playing any tricks. If you say anything inappropriate

before Queen Mother, I’ll kill you."

Yuan Qingling became angry in excruciating pain. It seemed that human life couldn’t be less important

to these people. She was already badly injured, but he still wouldn't leave her in peace.

She exerted all her strength to grab his hair and drag it down. Then she got on her knees and slammed

her head against his face as if she’d like to perish with him together.

Yu Wenhao didn't expect that she would fight back, not to mention that she would hit her head on his

face. He failed to avoid the hit and was almost knocked out for a moment.

Yuan Qingling almost passed out. She gritted her teeth and struggled not to pass out. Before he came

back to his senses, she knelt on the back of his hand. The blood dripped down from her mouth to his

face. Her long hair hung down beside her lunatic face. She yelled, "Why don’t you just kill me now!"

A slap fell on her face.

Her head tilted, and she suddenly lost her vision. She vaguely heard Nurse Qi stepping over. "Your

Highness, please don’t!"

Yu Wenhao, however, didn’t have any mercy. After one more slap, his anger seemed to have gone. From NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing the blood on Yuan Qingling’s back, he said coldly, "Treat her wounds and help her get dressed.

Give her a cup of herbal tea to keep her awake for half a day. "

Seeing him walk away from her sight in his black brocade boots embroidered with gold thread step by

step, Yuan Qingling finally relaxed.

Nurse Qi and Lv Ya stepped forward to help her. Neither of them said a word. After they helped her get

on the bed and lay on her stomach, they cut her clothes open and were immediately shocked.

Lv Ya sobbed, "30 times of flogging! They were so ruthless! This is just cruel."

"Hurry up and get some hot water, medicinal powder, and make some herbal tea!" Nurse Qi told her

calmly.

Yuan Qingling’s whole body was in pain. It got worse when they cut her clothes open and gently tore

the sticky underwear apart. She trembled, but in silence. Her throat felt as hot as burning coal, and she

could barely utter a word.

They cleaned her wound and mop her up. Then they applied powders to the wound. The whole

procedure was suffering, but she took it in silence. It was like a nightmare. She didn’t feel better until

she woke up.

She heard Lv Ya asking, “Ma’am, does she really have to have the herbal tea?”

“Yes, or she might not be able to make it,” Nurse Qi sighed.

“But the tea...”

“No more talk. Help Her Grace sit up now.”

Yuan Qingling felt like a broken ball of cotton when she was lifted. Some warm bitter liquid flowed into

her mouth, but she found it so hard to make a swallow.

“Drink it, Your Grace. You’ll be fine afterward.” Nurse Qi whispered to her ears.

Yuan Qingling ached to get rid of the pain, so she forced herself to take it down in one gulp.