"It was all your fault! If you hadn't refused to let me marry Ru'er, how would she have ended up married to someone else?!"
His eyes bloodshot, the man advanced on Wenren Luoshui step by step.
He held a bowl of dark liquid in his well-defined hand and backed Wenren Luoshui into a corner.
His large hand clamped around her delicate chin. Ignoring the tears the pain brought to her eyes, he forced every last drop of the medicine down her throat.
The bitter, fishy medicine slid down her throat into her stomach, but even that nauseating sensation could not compare to the anguish in her heart.
After that day, Wenren Luoshui was dumped in a secluded courtyard.
Here, the servants brought her a bowl of bitter herbal medicine every day.
Because of that medicine, her once-healthy body grew weaker by the day.
In winter, every household in the residence had fine silver-thread charcoal for warmth, yet the secluded courtyard where she and Yin Xing lived did not even have the most ordinary charcoal sold on the market.
The weather grew colder by the day, and her health was already a far cry from what it had once been.
Now she also had to wash clothes and cook with Yin Xing.
On the tenth day of winter, she finally collapsed.
Lying on straw-covered planks that barely deserved to be called a bed, she felt a terrible pain in her throat, and her head was swimming.
Her nose was completely blocked, leaving her barely able to breathe through her mouth.
Back at the Prince of Beiping's Residence, Yin Xing had been so lively she seemed utterly heedless.
Now she knelt before her with a face full of worry.
"Commandery Princess, I'll go beg your husband again. He used to love you