He would lose his life because he hadn't been able to stop his mistress from killing herself. Or they might even accuse him of throwing his mistress into the well himself. Either way, he would have died.
In the end, he didn't save Yun Xiao. He saved his own life.
If Yun Xiao died, he'd die as well.
That's how it was right now.
And it would continue to be like this for the next ten days.
"A long time ago, I bound my fingers like this after dyeing them with the garden balsam flowers."
Yun Xiao gazed at her hands while Shang took the dirty socks off her feet.
Her white feet were incredibly small.
He almost wondered how she even walked on feet like this.
Her leg was limp as he lifted it to slip the new socks onto her feet.
"Do you feel anything?"
Yun Xiao nodded in response to Shang's question.
"I can't move it, that's all."
"What did the doctor say?"
