Shen Biqun had never in her life heard anyone speak to her so rudely. Though she was gentle by nature, she had never in her life been ordered around by anyone.
Had it been anyone else, she probably would not have been able to stop herself from jumping down at once. But since it was Song Qingshu, she hesitated for a moment and ultimately did not disobey him.
Song Qingshu continued, "If you insist on moving, take a look at your own leg first. No matter how beautiful someone is, she will not look very good with a leg missing."
Shen Biqun lowered her head in confusion and saw that her right leg had swollen up—badly. Her body immediately went limp, and she collapsed.
Any woman would be frightened weak-kneed upon seeing her leg swollen to such a degree.
Seeing her reaction, Song Qingshu seemed to be laughing. Shen Biqun felt a little embarrassed. Once she had calmed herself, she asked, "How... how did I get here?"
Song Qingshu replied, "Earlier, I forced the poison out of you, and then you fainted. There were no towns nearby, so I found this ruined temple and brought you here."
"What happened to my leg?" Shen Biqun finally could not help asking the question that concerned her most.
"There should be some residual snake venom. This is a lingering aftereffect," Song Qingshu explained.
"A lingering aftereffect?" Shen Biqun was startled, her voice nearly breaking into tears. "Will my leg... stay like this from now on?" Though she usually claimed she would rather not have such beauty, what young woman truly did not care about her appearance? If her leg remained like this, she would rather die.
Song Qingshu shook his head. "You needn't worry. It probably will not come to that. If I