That Imperial Concubine is both wicked and cunning! Your Majesty, wake up!

While Tingyu cried, she applied medicine to the young lady's body. There was no part of her body that was unharmed. Even though she knew it was the Emperor, she still couldn't help but resent him.

The Emperor is so selfish! How can he only care about himself and show no mercy to women?

In the past, she thought the Emperor was good to the young lady and naively believed that the Emperor liked the young lady. Now it seems... she has seen the reality.

If he truly loved her, how could he have hurt her so badly?

All men are the same! Equally selfish!

Looking at her eyes, which were swollen and red like walnuts, Tingyu felt heartbroken and tears welled up in her eyes. "My lady, I'll boil some eggs for you to apply to your eyes. That should make you feel better."

Song Shuangning forced a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

"My lady, please wait for me a moment." With that, Tingyu ran out.

Song Shuangning gave a bitter smile, tears sliding down her cheeks.

In that instant, all the grievances surged forth, bursting forth like a dam breaking. In the modern world, she had never felt her parents' love; they treated her as a burden. Transmigrating to this ancient world, she thought she could live a different life, but she was still unwelcome.

In order to survive and for the sake of her future, she was forced to separate from her aunt. After entering the palace, she tried her best to be strong, but she still suffered a lot of grievances.

That scoundrel of a man even bullied her.

He used her as a tool for venting his anger under the influence of alcohol. She couldn't stand it. She wasn't a plaything; she was a person, a living, breathing human being.

She cried and begged him to stop, but he only attacked her more fiercely.

She couldn't take it anymore and kicked him hard.

When you are weak and angry, others will think you are just being cute.

Damn it, I really want to blow this bee world away.

That scoundrel still has the nerve to be angry. If she weren't truly unable to get up, she would have wanted to kill the emperor and take his place.

Once it happens once, it will happen again and again. Should she be allowed to be a plaything for others to vent their emotions on every time? Therefore, Song Shuangning did not regret kicking Xiao Yan out at all. She had to let the Emperor know her dissatisfaction. If she did not express her attitude today, he would only become more and more unreasonable in the future.

And you can't act too easily appeased, otherwise you'll just have to give her a slap and a piece of candy to get rid of her in the future.

Song Shuangning angrily wiped away her tears. What a scoundrel!

Meanwhile, Xiao Yan had just left the Pillow Star Pavilion and was sitting on the imperial carriage. He exuded a terrifyingly low pressure, as cold as if he were frozen, and his face was so gloomy that it could drip water.

Li Fuquan followed beside him, trembling. He had served the emperor for so many years, but this was the first time he had ever seen the emperor so angry and out of control.

Xiao Yan found fault with everything and pointed at the fragrant flowers passing by: "Cut them down."

He gave a soft "heh," thinking how bold he was, how he had really spoiled her.

Which woman in the harem would dare to be so bold as to kick him on the bed?

Does that mean we have to go along with her in everything? Who's really serving whom here?!

I used to think she was very understanding.

After returning, Xiao Yan vented his anger again, damaging the items in the hall. Looking at the mess, Li Fuquan guessed what had happened and dared not say a word.

She thought to herself: Your Majesty, why are you so angry over a mere concubine?

"I've spoiled her too much."

The hall was completely silent. After a long silence, Xiao Yan's face remained gloomy, but he ordered, "Find a female physician to take a look at her."

Huh? Li Fuquan thought the Emperor was going to punish Consort Song.

"Yes, sir."

Xiao Yan took off the sachet and casually tossed it onto the table.

After venting his anger, his reason slowly returned. He realized that he had indeed gone too far today, seeing her in great distress halfway through, crying and begging him.

But at that time, he was blinded by alcohol and excitement, and didn't care about her feelings at all, nor was he willing to stop.

She was indeed wronged.

But you can't kick him, he's the emperor, what would that say about his reputation?

The news that the Emperor had stormed out of the Pillow Star Pavilion spread quickly, and everyone was extremely curious. They all asked people to inquire, but everyone in the Pillow Star Pavilion kept their mouths shut, and in the end, no one managed to get any useful information.

The Empress always cared about Song Shuangning, so she asked Qingdai to visit her on her behalf.

At that time, Song Shuangning was still taking a nap, so Qingdai did not see Song Shuangning. After returning, Qingdai told the Empress, "This servant asked Consort Song's personal maid, and she said that Consort Song was injured in her lower body."

The Empress probably understood the whole story. She shook her head and sighed, her expression a mixture of pity for Song Shuangning and something else entirely.

Qiu Baolin also visited Song Shuangning. Song Shuangning could only lie in bed for the time being. Qiu Baolin immediately noticed the marks on Song Shuangning's body, especially the several conspicuous red marks on her neck. His heart tightened. "How could Your Majesty treat someone like this?"

Song Shuangning straightened her inner garment and said, "I...I'm fine."

Qiu Baolin looked at Song Shuangning with heartache. Even though he was the most esteemed emperor in the world, Qiu Baolin still harbored resentment towards him. In her heart, Consort Song was the most beautiful woman besides her sister.

In the afternoon, after the female physician examined her injury, she returned to report to the Emperor.

"Consort Song's injuries are... rather severe, requiring the application of ointment. It will take approximately ten days to two weeks for her to fully recover."

Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed; he was seriously injured.

After much internal struggle, he finally said in a deep voice, "Go to Pillow Star Pavilion."

He should go and take a look.

Upon arriving at Zhenxing Pavilion, Tingyu gave a perfunctory bow.

Xiao Yan didn't notice her and instead asked, "Where is she?"

"The physician said that it's best for you not to get out of bed for the first few days, so please continue to rest."

Xiao Yan gently pushed open the palace door, his gaze first falling on the bed.

He walked quietly to the bedside and sat down. When Song Shuangning looked up and saw it was him, she immediately turned her face away, her profile tense, and she pursed her lips without saying a word.

Xiao Yan coughed lightly, "It's my fault."

Pshaw, this isn't about realizing you're wrong, it's about telling her: I've already bowed my head and admitted my mistake, so don't be ungrateful.

Song Shuangning closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Xiao Yan stroked her face and said, "Alright, Ningning, stop breathing."

Do you think you can stop her from being angry just by saying "Okay, stop being angry"? Do you think you can make her injury below disappear?

Song Shuangning tried hard to suppress her anger and still didn't want to pay attention to him.

Xiao Yan's expression suddenly darkened. He had already lowered his head voluntarily, what more did he want from him?

Xiao Yan tried to speak gently, "I won't do it again next time, Ningning, don't be angry."

Song Shuangning suddenly spoke up: "Your Majesty, please go back. I am a little tired."

The smile on Xiao Yan's lips vanished completely, and a chill settled in his eyes.

"Consort Song, it seems I've spoiled you too much, making you forget your place." With that, he turned and left.

Song Shuangning silently rolled her eyes.