The Wound That Never Heals

Chen Qingyan did not even bother to keep up with her pretense when Mu Ling was not around.

"I am here to see how well you are recovering. If you have fully recovered, you should go and collect the night soil." Feng Ruqing grinned as she walked into the chamber.

Hearing this, Chen Qingyan's face changed. She glared at Feng Ruqing, her eyes were filled with resentment. 

Feng Ruqing walked up to Chen Qingyan as if she did not see the way Chen Qingyan glared at her. Then, she reached out and pressed hard on Chen Qingyan's back.

"Ouch!"

An intense pain seared through Chen Qingyan's body, she felt as if her skin was being torn apart. It was so painful that her body was covered in cold sweats, tears broke free from her eyes. The resentment in her eyes grew deeper now.

"Oh, it seems that you have yet to recover. Let me check the other parts of your body."

"You!" Chen Qingyan was quivering with hatred.