I stayed in the Su mansion for another two days. While dingbat left for the camp the day i kick him out of the room. When i arrive at the Xian mansion, my maid bring out a box and present to me. "His royal highness told me to present this to you and to say this to you."She clear her throat."I am sorry if i scare you that night. I hope you are not planning to running away. Let's do it again. This time i will be gentle and nice." I stare at my maid and the box. She open it, it's a hair piece. It has a pinkish collar pearl in the center with jade leaves. The jade leaves are lined with gold. I tell her to keep away and i spot the other servants are looking at my direction and smiling, giggling and gossiping. I think the message is convey in a wrong way. I need to rectify this.
For three weeks i stayed in the mansion. I don't have any other visitors except for cousin Bo Wu. Whenever he comes over, he talks nonstop. Its a show with him only and i am an audience. Even when we are playing chess, his mouth is still moving. Its only peaceful when he naps. Sometimes we are bored that we take a stroll out in the market. He tells me a lot of things that he did when Sung Yu is alive. How gentle and smart she is. Now the new Shung Yu is bold, daring and naughty.
Two months come and go, i met Lord Yu and the madame as well. Lord Yu is quiet while madame is like to cousin Bo Wu who talks a lot. Lord Yu's wife is a distance cousin of my mother. They grow up together. I enjoy talking to them as they are different from my own parents. Lord Yu doesn't put up a high mighty look. Instead he have this kind and approachable look. While the madame she is loving and she can talk to anyone on varies topic. This is how i imagine a family should be.
One rainy day, my maid come running in the study room. "Madame!Madame! Something had happen to his highness!"
"What could have happen? He lost his sense of scolding others?"
"No!No! He got injured. He was on a stretcher when they carry him in! It's raining madame!!!"
I already run off when she said he was on a stretcher. I nearly slip on the wet floor to the bedroom. The male servants are attending by lifting him up from the stretcher. While the soldiers are standing guard. "why is he injured?"
"Madame, we were patrolling over the mountain area when we got ambushed. A lot of our men had injured and some had died. His royal highness did not want to leave his men behind but i had to knock him off. He was bleeding too much. In camp we don't have much medical attention. So we made a decision to move him back to the mansion for his safety. The rain makes it harder for us to move him back."
While the solider is bubbling on, i look at the man who always talk down to me is now pale and bleeding non stop on the bed. The maids had cloths and water to clean him while waiting for the physician to come. In this heavy rain, i doubt he can come any faster. So without asking i asked if there is painkiller in the mansion. It is a temperally solution to the pain he is suffering from. The wounds are deep the blood keep flowing out. I keep pressing on it. Hope that it will stop. After two basin of warm water, the blood is not that much but he is still in pain. i am afraid it might be an infection. The rain continue outside and inside another kind of water flows around. He is perspiring and i am tearing. Even though i don't like him, i don't wish for his death. I just want him to divorce me. After a long time, a physician appear. He immediately work on dingbat. More basin of water come and go. Each of them the water and blood in it gets lighter and lighter.
At evening finally the rain stops and he stop bleed. However he had fallen in a deep sleep. I see the man sleeping on a crimson river colour bed. We can't move him therefore he will sleep on it for the next few days. On and off we will feed him medicine and water. Sometimes a warm soup. His body is cold like ice. I have all the thick blankets wrap around him but after awhile he looks like he can't breath. Without a choice. I wrap him only with a blanket and i lay on top of it. hold him and pat him like a baby. His long dark hair have become dirty with the dirt and blood. his eye lashes are laded with dirt. Even though he smells bad, i have to protect him.
On the fourth day he regain conscious. While I'm sleeping, he inlace his fingers with mine. When i wake up to find what he did he falls asleep again. I am glade he is fine. As long as he is well. It's good enough.