Chapter Three: Another Conviction?

Three months ago, before Luo Yunqiao was punished to kneel and recite scriptures at Zhaojue Temple, she said this. Even now, she still says the same.

“Hmph, if not you, then who else could it be? You were caught red-handed with both eyewitnesses and physical evidence, yet you still refuse to admit it. Quite stubborn,” Luo Zefeng was the first to sneer.

“Little sister, the past is past. Why be so stubborn?” Luo Yunzhen shook her head helplessly.

“Qiao Qiao, please stop,” Luo Zhoushi’s eyes were red, as if about to cry.

Luo Zeting said nothing, but his furrowed brows and disappointed gaze at Luo Yunqiao spoke volumes.

In the past, if Luo Yunqiao faced such a situation, she would have panicked and immediately tried to explain herself to clear up the misunderstanding. But now, she no longer felt the desire to explain.

Just as Luo Zeting seemed about to lecture her again, Yin Xin could no longer bear it and reminded him, “Young master, the young lady is weak and already fainted once on the road. She still has a high fever now. Could we let her rest first and talk to her later?”

Since Luo Yunqiao stepped through the door of this household, except for Luo Zeting showing a slight trace of concern when she entered, no one had cared about her health. They all blamed her.

They had all forgotten that when Luo Zefeng abandoned Luo Yunqiao, she was running a fever.

Yin Xin’s words suddenly awakened them from their stupor.

Luo Zhoushi and Luo Zeting turned first to look at Luo Yunqiao and sure enough, they saw her cheeks flushed red, with clear signs of illness and exhaustion around her face and eyes.

Luo Zhoushi snapped back to reality and immediately said, “Right, Qiao Qiao is still feverish and needs rest. Yun Ting, take your sister to her room and find a doctor to examine her properly.”

“All right,” Luo Zeting nodded, no longer dwelling on the earlier matter, and led Luo Yunqiao toward her courtyard.

They didn’t speak all the way. When they reached Luo Yunqiao’s courtyard, Luo Zeting didn’t go inside but left her with a parting remark.

“Qiao Qiao, it’s fine to make mistakes as long as you correct them. The family’s punishment is for your own good. Don’t hold grudges or go against the family.”

Make mistakes and correct them—that’s all that matters.

But if she hadn’t made any mistakes, why should she have to correct anything?

As for their claim that it was for her own good...

She had clearly said that it was Luo Yunzhen’s maid who had knocked her unconscious. When she woke, she found herself lying beside the Third Prince’s bed, but they didn’t believe her.

They accepted the servants’ accusations blindly, without even questioning the maids, and sentenced her to kneel and recite scriptures at Zhaojue Temple.

Was that for her own good? Or for Luo Yunzhen’s sake?

Fearing she might investigate and uncover something, they didn’t even give her a chance to be interrogated or defend herself before condemning her.

If their notion of “for her own good” was like this, then she didn’t want it.

Nor did she need it.

However, the ordeal of kneeling through three months of heavy snow had taught her that in the face of power, those unloved have no right to speak.

Suppressing all the thoughts in her heart, Luo Yunqiao returned to her own Hánqiū Courtyard with Yin Xin.

Shortly after, the doctor arrived. After examining her, he left behind a pile of herbs and prescriptions before departing.

Luo Yunqiao went with Yin Xin to change clothes in the inner chamber. Just as she removed her clothes, Luo Zhoushi arrived with others. Under the bright light, the frostbitten sores on her body—red, swollen, cracked, and bleeding—looked hideous and revolting, like a flaw marring a pristine jade, glaring and unsightly.

Besides the frostbite wounds, there were other bruises, abrasions, and even contusions scattered densely across her body.

Upon seeing these, Luo Zhoushi and Yin Xin’s eyes instantly reddened. Luo Zhoushi trembled violently, while Yin Xin crouched down, carefully touching the wounds on Luo Yunqiao’s body as if afraid to cause her pain.

“Miss, how did this happen?”

In the bitter cold of midwinter, when even water freezes as it drips, being punished to kneel at Zhaojue Temple was known to be no light matter. Yet no one expected her to be tortured so cruelly.

“It’s nothing. It’s all in the past now,” Luo Yunqiao said calmly.

The three months of kneeling at Zhaojue Temple were like a nightmare but also tempered her spirit.

In the past, seeing Yin Xin and Luo Zhoushi like this would have made her anxious and overwhelmed, even flattered by their care. But now she could face and accept it with equanimity.

Luo Zhoushi was relieved and immediately nodded, “Yes, it’s all past. Now that you’re back, your mother promises not to let you suffer any more grievances.”

Yet, Luo Yunqiao did not regret that she had remained silent back then, allowing them to convict her and send her to kneel at Zhaojue Temple without protest.

Her eyes clear and sharp, she watched Luo Zhoushi proudly and emotionally introduce various famous medicines for internal and external use, feeling nothing but scorn inside.

But she did not expose it.

After finishing her explanation, Luo Zhoushi took an ointment to apply on Luo Yunqiao’s body, but before her hand could touch her, Luo Yunqiao dodged away.

Just as she had avoided Luo Zeting earlier.

“The ointment smells strong. Don’t dirty your hands, mother. Let Yin Xin do it,” Luo Yunqiao said.

“That’s true. Yin Xin is gentler and won’t hurt Qiao Qiao,” Luo Zhoushi said, initially a little upset but immediately relaxed upon hearing Luo Yunqiao’s words. She stood up and stepped back to make way for Yin Xin.

Yin Xin was deft and quickly cleaned the wounds and applied the medicine.

But since the ointment had just been applied, to avoid covering the wounds and delaying healing, she did not bandage them.

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