The princess regretted it.

This was the woman who had been severely injured. After a period of recuperation, she had made a significant improvement. She could now sit and stand, and her mind had calmed down. However, due to a broken leg, she could not get out of bed and walked, and needed to rest well.

At this moment, she was sitting back on the bed, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window. She sat there quietly, not saying a word. The wounds on her face had scabbed over and were no longer bandaged. The crisscrossing scars were shocking. The scabs on the less serious injuries had fallen off, revealing new pink flesh, making her face look a little hideous. If someone were not very familiar with her, it would be difficult to recognize her. When new flesh grows on a wound, it is extremely itchy. At first, the woman could not control herself and scratched the wound until it bled. Later, the doctor who treated her prescribed a box of ointment for her, and after applying it, the itching was greatly relieved.

An old woman came in carrying a tray with a bowl of black medicine on it, emitting a strong herbal aroma. The old woman carefully placed the tray on the table beside her, picked up the bowl of medicine, and slowly walked towards the woman. "Girl, it's time to take the medicine."

The woman slowly turned her head, her gaze fixed on the old woman, then on the bowl of medicine in her hand. Her eyes were expressionless, she simply watched quietly. After a moment, she slowly raised her hand and took the bowl. Although the movement was a little labored, it was steady. Without the slightest hesitation, she tilted her head back and drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp without changing her expression. The familiar bitter taste spread in her mouth, filling it up. But the woman seemed to feel nothing, and with a calm expression, she slowly handed the empty bowl back to the old woman.

The old woman took the bowl, turned around, and placed it back on the tray. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a hoarse voice. "Mammy," the woman began to speak slowly, her voice slow and hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time. "Would you please sit with me for a moment?" The woman looked directly at the old woman, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

The old woman's eyes flickered upon hearing this. After a moment's hesitation, she turned and replied, "Hey." She then moved a small stool to the bedside and slowly sat down. "Young lady, is there anything you wish to ask?" she asked slowly, her voice steady and gentle.

The woman pursed her lips slightly, and after a moment's silence, she said hoarsely, "Mammy, can you tell me what I looked like when your master rescued me?"

The old woman paused, as if reminiscing, then slowly spoke, "When my master met the girl, she was covered in blood and unconscious. She looked horrifying, her clothes practically soaked in blood. She was lying there alone, with no one else around. The girl's condition at the time would have frightened anyone who saw her. We all thought she was in grave danger, but unexpectedly, she's slowly getting better."

After the woman heard what the old woman said, she slowly lowered her eyelids, her hands unconsciously trembling slightly. Her thoughts seemed to be drawn back to that horrific scene. She still often wakes up from the nightmare of being hunted. In the dream, the servants and guards died tragically before her, their shouts and screams still seem to echo in her ears. In the end, even Aunt Tian was killed by a sword through the chest by the man in black in order to buy time for her to escape. Aunt Tian's desperate yet determined eyes, the gushing blood, are deeply engraved in her mind, making her heart ache every time she thinks of it.

Seeing the girl's condition, the old woman felt pity for her and said nothing more. She softly consoled her, "Young lady, you have survived this ordeal, which means you will surely be blessed in the future. Don't worry too much now, and focus on getting well. You have a long time to live, so take your time."

The woman remained silent, only nodding slightly before closing her eyes in agony. Her heart was filled with sorrow and fear, those horrific memories constantly surfacing in her mind. Seeing this, the old woman stood up, carrying the tray, and prepared to leave. After taking a few steps, she seemed to remember something and turned to the woman, saying, "Young lady, I have washed and mended your clothes from that time. I will bring them to you tomorrow. There is a jade button that I think belongs on men's clothes, but I can't find the place to sew it on yours." There was a hint of doubt in the old woman's tone.

"Jade button?" The woman suddenly opened her eyes. At that moment, it was as if a flash of lightning flashed across her vision. She turned her head quickly towards the old woman, her eyes scarlet, frighteningly red, like an enraged trapped animal. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, and every exhale seemed to be spewing out scorching flames. Her body was shaking violently, and her hands were clenched into fists, trying hard to control her emotions that were almost out of control due to excitement. She spoke hoarsely, her voice filled with uncontrollable eagerness: "Jade button? What kind of jade button?"