Yi Xin as a concubine

The woman on the bed was unconscious. There was a thumb-sized wound on her fair face, with blood and flesh turned outward, which looked horrible.

Maybe because Xin Baoer held her hand tightly before, not much blood flowed out. Now that her hand was taken away, the bright red blood was no longer blocked and flowed down Xin Baoer's cheek like a stream.

"How could this happen?" Zhao Xian covered his mouth in fear, tears streaming down his face.

Even the courageous Wei Yu couldn't help but shrink his eyes. He then strode to Xiangcao and kicked her to the ground.

"If Bao'er's face doesn't get better, I'll kill you."

Aunt Yu also frowned fiercely, walked a few steps to the bedside, and looked carefully at the scar on Xin Baoer's face.

"Doctor Han, what do you think of this?"

"The wound is quite deep. We can only try. I will stop the bleeding first. Bring me a basin of water."

Wei Yu turned around and walked out without saying a word, and soon came back steadily carrying a basin of water.

The Korean female doctor methodically cleaned Xin Baoer's wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it. Until the Korean female doctor stood up, Xin Baoer showed no intention of waking up.

"Why hasn't Bao'er woken up yet?" Zhao Xian asked Dr. Han earnestly in a tearful voice.

"Don't worry, let me take a look."

As she spoke, the Korean female doctor began to feel Xin Baoer's pulse. After feeling her left hand, she picked up her right hand. It was a long time before she put Xin Baoer's hand down, with a serious expression.

"The girl is in a very bad condition. Have you been eating and sleeping poorly during this period? Are you worrying too much?"

"She has never eaten much, sleep...sleep...vanilla, you say."

Zhao Xian couldn't say anything about sleeping, so he could only ask Vanilla, who was hiding behind people and trying hard to reduce her presence.

"I... I don't know. Oh, yes... by the way, the girl sleeps on the bed at night, and in the morning... when she wakes up in the morning, she always sleeps on the bed."

Vanilla tried hard to recall Xin Baoer's usual state, but she couldn't figure out when she had been overthinking. She was apparently calm and gentle every day, as if she had no temper. Even when she was annoyed by the two sisters of the Huang family, she just frowned.

"It seems that he is indeed not doing his best. Lianrong, you should stay and take care of Miss Xin. Be more attentive."

A short and slightly plump girl walked in from the door and bowed respectfully.

At this time, Vanilla finally reacted. She shook her head and knelt down beside Aunt Yu, begging for mercy with tears and snot: "Aunt, please give me another chance. Please, Aunt, I will do my best and will never slack off again. Please, Aunt, please."

Aunt Yu looked at the miserable little palace maid kneeling on the ground with an obscure look in her eyes, but she already had a plan in mind.

"Since you can't leave Miss Xin, wait until she wakes up and ask her in person. If she still wants you, you can stay. If she doesn't want you, then leave with me and don't bother her."

After saying that, he saw Vanilla kneeling there as if she had lost her soul, as if she had accepted her fate. He felt contempt in his heart, wondering which master was so shortsighted as to choose such a useless guy.

He turned around and asked the Korean female doctor who was giving Xin Baoer an acupuncture.

"When will she wake up?"

"It will be quick, just remove the needle." Doctor Han's voice remained steady, as if everything that happened in the room had nothing to do with her, and the only thing in her eyes was the patient in front of her.

The room was quiet for a while. After about a quarter of an hour, Dr. Han slowly took out the silver needle, disinfected it slowly, and put it into the needle bag.

After she finished cleaning up, Xin Baoer slowly woke up.

"Bao'er, Bao'er, you're awake. How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Zhao Xian, who had been staring at her, was the first to notice that she opened her eyes and asked with concern.

Xin Baoer raised her hand and unconsciously wanted to touch her burning cheek, but Wei Yu, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, held her hand down.

"It's okay, Baoer, it's just a minor injury. It will heal in a few days. Let's not touch it!" Zhao Xian coaxed Xin Baoer with such concern that he was like coaxing a child.

"What's wrong with me?" Xin Baoer asked in a daze, as if she was not fully awake yet.

"You fainted. Tell me how you took care of yourself. Alas, it's not your fault. You were not in good health to begin with. It's all because of that Vanilla who doesn't know how to take care of people. We don't need her anymore. Don't worry, Aunt Yu will replace you with a better one. You can rest assured and recover."

Xin Baoer was still a little confused. She heard everything Zhao Xian said, but she didn't seem to understand anything. Her head felt stiff and achy.

"Girl, you'd better stop worrying, otherwise I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it."

The calm and soothing voice made Xin Baoer's troubled thoughts clear up a little.

"Thank you!" Xin Baoer's voice was very weak.

Doctor Han nodded, picked up the medicine box, stepped back a few steps, and made room for Aunt Yu.

"Miss Xin, do you still remember me?"

Xin Baoer nodded slightly and said weakly: "The last time has not happened yet... Thank you, sir."

Aunt Yu waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry about it, and said in a gentle tone: "Can you still hold on?"

"If you have anything to say, please tell me. I am fine."

Xin Baoer felt a little short of breath after she finished speaking. Meeting Zhao Xian's disapproving look, she just shook her head slightly.

"Okay, then you have to make a decision. Your maid Vanilla neglected her duty and failed to take good care of you, which led to your current misfortune. Are you still willing to use her?"

After Aunt Yu asked the question, she stared at Xin Baoer to see how this woman, whom she thought was very smart, would answer.

However, when Xin Baoer heard Aunt Yu's question, she didn't think much about it. She just shook her head without even looking at the person kneeling on the ground.

"Please take her away, sir. I can take care of myself."

"You heard me, come with me later." Aunt Yu smiled and gave Xiangcao an order very straightforwardly.

"No, young lady, you can't abandon me. I haven't done anything wrong. Young lady, you can't do this, young lady."

Vanilla was making a lot of noise, and Xin Baoer's head started to hurt again. She said impatiently, "You and I don't have such a deep master-servant relationship. There's no need to be so ugly. Many things are clear to everyone. Let's take a step back. It will be good for everyone."

Xin Baoer spoke every word slowly, revealing an unspeakable sadness and relief, which made people feel distressed when they heard it and cried when they saw it.

This kind of feeling just proves her overthinking. You are in a completely unfamiliar environment, and there is someone with ulterior motives around you. You can clearly see it, but you don't know who to tell, and you don't know who can help you expose her.

But she is not a strong person, but a soft and weak person, like dough.

Feeling wronged, helpless, bewildered, and terrified.

With all these negative emotions intertwined together, it would be strange if you didn't think too much.

"No, young lady, it's not like that. I have tried my best to serve you. It was you who never let me get too close to you. Qinghe and Yingge can testify to that. I have always been very respectful to you and have never disobeyed you. Young lady, you know that!"

Vanilla continued to cry, with snot and tears streaming down her face, looking so pitiful, but she really didn't dare to leave Miss Xin. How would her master continue to use her if he knew that she couldn't even complete such a simple task? If she had no value to him, how could the man even look at her? But she had already given everything away.

Thinking of this, she was really overcome with grief. She knelt there and cried her heart out. It was just like this after her parents died.

But Xin Baoer didn't feel sorry for her at all. She believed that there must be something hateful about a pitiful person. She just wanted to cover her ears and eyes, not listen or see, and then she wouldn't be bothered.

But no.

Human beings are very strange creatures. When you are pitiful, people don't mind being kind and sympathizing with you, and even helping you solve some problems to the best of their ability.

On the other hand, if you take a tough attitude and refuse to give in, even if you are still the victim, people will subconsciously dislike you, thinking that you are not kind enough, are unreasonable, and are difficult to get along with.

So Xin Baoer had to endure the dizziness and facial pain at this time, and continued to show an innocent, pitiful, and angry expression.

"My daughter has been spoiled since she was little. She always puts more layers of quilts on her bed than others. She wakes up once or twice every night after coming here."

Having said this, Xin Baoer paused, and a rare blush appeared on her pale face, as if she was shy because of her own pretentiousness.

It was this pause that made Vanilla, who was still crying, stop abruptly, as if her throat was suddenly strangled. She stared at Xin Baoer in disbelief and fear.

“From the first day I moved in.”

Xin Baoer saw from the corner of her eye that after she finished speaking, Xiangcao collapsed to the ground powerlessly. There was even a subtle malice in her eyes. When others looked at her, she quickly closed her eyes.

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