A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Chapter 97 Things Have Changed

Wutong asked, "Why have you been waiting for the Prince? You are the eldest princess of the Great Western Dynasty and the current emperor's sister. Wouldn't the emperor send someone to rescue you?"

Silver Bell shook her head painfully, clearly heartbroken, so she showed no restraint in front of her: "No, they won't care about me, they've long considered me dead..."

Seeing her crying so bitterly, Wutong knew there must be a hidden story behind it and was very curious.

However, for Yinling, the secret is her wound. Who would want others to touch a wound that has not yet healed?

Wutong sighed, picked up the paper packet, took out some of the medicinal powder inside, and slowly applied it to the wound on her palm.

Yinling cried for a while, then looked up, snatched the paper packet, and said, "Oh dear, that's not how you apply medicine. Go to the table and pour some tea to wash your hands clean, quick."

Following her instructions, Wutong treated her wounds and then knelt down in front of her, letting her apply medicine to her wounds.

Although Yinling was invisible, her movements were very gentle, and her hands were beautiful, white and tender, slender as jade, with beautiful and clean light pink nails, and no hair, calluses or anything like that.

Her movements landed on his palm, itchy and slightly painful. Wutong was lost in thought when he suddenly thought of Ruolan, who was far away in the Central Plains.

The two were students in the same year of the engineering department. When they first enrolled, Wutong bought a bicycle and rode it wildly all day long. Less than half a month later, he fell hard.

The car was damaged, and my leg was injured.

At that time, Ruolan seemed to apply the medicine to her with such force, focusing intently, as if she were treating a precious treasure.

Unfortunately, less than half a year after they arrived here, everything had changed for the two of them.

"Alright, be careful not to get it wet." Yinling bandaged her wound with a strip of cloth. As if sensing something, she said with a grin, "Don't fall in love with me, okay? I'm only devoted to Brother Fufeng."

Wutong gave a helpless yet amused twitch at the corner of her mouth.

After taking her medicine and resting for a night, Wutong continued her escape mission the next day.

Whether it was because they had been going on for too long and their nerves had become numb, or because they were just really unlucky, when bad luck strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems.

In short, at noon, the guard who had accepted the gold hairpin but not the medicine opened the door and was so shocked by Wutong's actions that he dropped the tray and spilled the food all over the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"There are spiders up there, we're sweeping them up," Silver Bell said quickly, trying to come up with a solution.

The guard didn't say a word, closed the door, and turned to leave.

Yinling sat down, her face filled with despair, and banged her head against the bedpost: "So stupid, so stupid, so stupid... Meng Baobao definitely won't let this go, what am I going to do now..."

Wutong put away the gold hairpin, jumped down from the top of the cabinet, sat down next to her, and put the gold hairpin back into her hair.

Before long, the guard returned with a man. Surprisingly, the man he brought back was not Meng Baobao as the two had expected, but his younger brother, Tuotuo'er.

If Meng Baobao is a typical Dongqi man, fond of war, women, and fine wine, then Tuotuo'er is a replica stripped of all worldly desires.

He ordered the guards to open the door, walked in expressionlessly, and looked up at the ceiling in the light. Without a word, it was clear what he meant. "Princess Silverbell, are you suffering in this dilapidated house?" he asked, his steps and tone equally cold.

Yinling trembled and leaned against Wutong, terrified: "N-no, I'm not wronged..."

"You don't need to be afraid of me, I won't do anything to you, I'm not my brother."

Tuotuo'er reached out and gently stroked Yinling's fair and delicate cheek, her touch both close and distant: "But your disobedience is really putting us in a difficult position..."

Yinling's lips trembled, and the muscles in her cheeks twitched from tension: "I...I will definitely be obedient from now on."

"That's how you behave."

Tuotuo'er said with a half-smile, then suddenly reached out, pulled out the gold hairpin, and stabbed it with great force into Wutong, pinning her hand to the bedpost.

Wutong's screams were almost bursting from her throat. Her palms were in excruciating pain, but she couldn't even touch her wounds because her hands were firmly held in place by the gold hairpin. If she tried to pull it out, she probably wouldn't be able to keep her hands for the rest of her life.

Yinling was so frightened by this sudden action that her face turned pale. She could only hear screams but couldn't see anything. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out in desperation, unable to even speak clearly: "Wutong... how are you, Wutong... sob sob..."

The intense pain made her dizzy, but Wutong struggled to hold on, frowning as she looked at Tuotuo'er.

She didn't know if Tuotuo'er's actions were meant to intimidate them or just the beginning of a brutal massacre.

She hoped it was the former.

The bad luck seemed to have finally come to an end, and heaven had heard her prayers.

Seeing the two people's expressions of agonizing pain, Tuotuo'er smirked triumphantly and turned away.

Before leaving, he left an order—to reinforce the ceiling and seal the entire inner layer with sheet metal.

In this way, the golden hairpin will no longer be of any use, unless Wutong can travel back in time to get the chainsaw, otherwise there is no possibility of escape.

She repeated the three words "Tuotuo'er" to herself over and over again, gritting her teeth.

The guards who were ordered to reinforce the ceiling arrived quickly. For as long as they were busy, Wutong was nailed to the bedpost with a gold hairpin.

Because she couldn't see, Yinling was extremely worried and didn't dare leave her side for a moment, constantly asking her how she was feeling and whether she could hold on.

Wutong kept telling her she was fine. In fact, a serious injury to one hand would not necessarily affect her life.

It's a real shame that she already had one injured hand, and now her other hand is also injured, so both of her hands are essentially useless.

Silver Bell is blind and her hands are crippled; with two such people together, escape becomes virtually impossible.

Before nightfall, the ceiling reinforcement project was finally completed, and the entire room became almost like an impregnable iron cage.

The guards left and locked the door.

Someone brought food, and Yinling groped her way to get it. She then groped her way to fill a bowl for Wutong, and then held it in her hands with great difficulty: "How are you going to eat this?"

Wutong herself can't touch it, but she can't see it either. If she were to feed it, it would probably end up in her eyes and nose nine times out of ten.

Wutong sat for a whole day, and her buttocks went numb. The bleeding from the wound had stopped on its own, and the pain had gone from sharp to dull, only occasionally stimulating her nerves.

She took a deep breath and said to Yinling, "Can you help me put the bowl down?"

Silver Bell obediently followed orders.

Wutong took her hand and made her hold the top of the hairpin, saying, "Use a little force to pull it out, the faster the better."

Yinling asked worriedly, "Are we just going to pull it out like that?"

It will hurt terribly.

End of this chapter