"He stood in place, unmoving.
Li Tong looked at Lu Ming's perfectly handsome side profile, his cold and lazy expression always the same, yet it fascinated her endlessly.
Since marrying Jing Yiren, President Lu has never been in a good mood, often revealing a faint sadness and irritation, like he did now.
After walking a distance, Jing Yiren looked back several times, making sure that her uncle was far from her before she spoke to the eunuch ahead.
"Eunuch!..."
"Call me the Dean!" the Dean explained, turning his head.
"Alright, Dean! Where are we going now?"
"We are going to give Miss Jing a full-body check-up."
"...Check-up? You mean, a body inspection?"
"What place is this?"
"Military hospital?"
"Going, to, Yi, Yuan?" Jing Yiren slowly repeated the dean's words as if realizing something, and abruptly stopped in her tracks.
Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant, and her mouth trembled slightly.
Oh heavens! Oh earth! What had she done to deserve such a harsh fate? She was a princess, and despite not being killed by poisoning, she was sent to a brothel.
No wonder the clothes she wore were so thin, even prison clothes would be thicker. And she didn't even have shoes on her bare feet.
So many people had seen her bare feet. How would she get married in the future? Where was her pride and dignity? Was her uncle trying to bring her to her ruin?
A warrior could be killed but not insulted. Her head could be cut off, her blood spilled, but how could a princess like her be reduced to a prostitute?
Thinking about this, her tears cascaded down her face.
The dean, who was leading the way, noticed the sudden absence of Jing Yiren's footsteps behind him and instinctively turned his head to look back.
He saw her standing there, tears spilling from her eyes and a look of despair and sadness in her eyes, like her whole family had been killed. She fiercely lowered her head and charged towards him.
The dean was startled by her actions and quickly retreated. Despite his age and large size, he was not fast enough to dodge and was knocked down heavily by Jing Yiren, landing flat on his back.
"Oh my goodness! My old waist!"
"Get out of my way! Don't stop me! I'm a princess ending up in a brothel, what's the point of living?"
"..." The dean was stunned by Jing Yiren's words.
In his mind, he couldn't help but grumble: Who the heck wants to stop you, you nutcase! If it weren't for Mrs. Lu, I wouldn't give a damn about you.
With one hand supporting his waist and the other on the wall, the dean managed to stand up.
Seeing Jing Yiren's constant mention of being a princess, the dean replied, "Princess! Do you want to live or die?"
"..." Upon hearing these words from the dean, Jing Yiren quickly responded: "Of course I want to live!" She was only fourteen years old, not yet ready to die!
The dean turned around with difficulty, supporting his waist, and continued forward: "If you want to live then follow me, stop trying to find a swift end to your life here."
He found it frustrating to speak in such a convoluted manner. If she committed suicide here, it would ruin the reputation of their hospital.
Jing Yiren wiped the tears from her face: "Does the Dean have any good ideas?"
"Miss Jing, stop the nonsense and just follow me!" The dean walked ahead with a limp, not wanting to waste another word with this woman.
Once in the examination room,
The dean ordered a professional doctor to give Jing Yiren a physical examination, while he went to have his own waist checked.
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