The Doctor's Hand Covers the Sky: The Evil King's Wasted Concubine

Chapter 188 Drawing 5
At nightfall, Ning Ruoshui, dressed in black, quietly flew out of the Huxin Pavilion and headed towards the courtyard where Ning Cuijiao was.

"Xiao Cui, I heard that Second Miss will be back in two days, hey."

"Yes, yes, I heard that the second lady's strength has recovered, this time when she comes back, we must be very careful, so as not to be found."

"By the way, tell me how Second Miss regained her strength. I heard that Da Furen went to many medical clinics, and even Divine Doctor Liu from Shengshou Yixuan was helpless for Second Miss' condition."

"How can we servants know that, but...".

A few cleaning maids sat in a group and whispered. The time when Ning Cuijiao was away seeking medical treatment was the most relaxing time for them. On weekdays, as long as Ning Cuijiao was around, even if they were very careful, they would often be attacked by Ning Cuijiao. Jiao scolded.

Ning Ruoshui, like a civet cat in the dark night, flew past the servant girls, but arrived at Ning Cuijiao's residence in the blink of an eye.

In Ning Cuijiao's room, the windows are made of pink curtains, and the bed curtains are made of pink tassels. At first glance, it's like being in a pink paradise.

"I never thought Ning Cuijiao would like pink so much." Ning Ruoshui scratched Xiao Zi on her shoulder and said to herself.

"Nongyu, Aunt Qu's piano is indeed here." Ning Ruoshui's eyes fell on a guqin on the table.

The body of the guqin was as black as ink, exuding a luster like black pearls, Ning Ruoshui's hands trembled slightly, and the memories belonging to the original owner of the body flooded in like a tide.

That year, Ning Ruoshui was just 5 years old, and Qu Wanzhen was already weak, but after being driven to Zhumeng Courtyard by Ning Yuanqing, her physical condition became worse and she became thinner and thinner day by day.

"Shui'er, I'm afraid my mother won't live long." Qu Wanzhen hugged the young Ning Ruoshui, her eyes filled with a touch of sadness.

"Mother, don't, Shui'er can't live without mother, it's because Shui'er is bad, he can't practice spiritual power, let mother suffer along with her", Ning Ruoshui's small face was full of tears.

"My dear Shui'er, don't cry. It's not Shui'er's problem. Your father's heart is too cruel, but mother still loves him very much." Qu Wanzhen hugged Ning Ruoshui and murmured to herself. The man I love the most in my life actually let me down to such a point.

"Shui'er, this Qin is Mother's favorite Nongyu. After Mother leaves, this Qin will be left to you. Shui'er must take good care of it, understand?" Qu Wanzhen pointed at Nongyu, Ning Ruoshui is too young to tell her the secret of her life experience.

"Understood", Ning Ruoshui sniffed.

"By the way, my mother will teach you a piece of music called "The Heart of the Qin" from today on. Shui'er must remember it well. This is the last gift my mother gave you." Qu Wanzhen pulled Ning Ruoshui's hand hand, taught her to play "The Heart of the Qin" over and over again.

"Oh, I see." Ning Ruoshui nodded in confusion.

After Qu Wanzhen explained everything, she finally passed away on a stormy night. Ning Ruoshui guarded Qu Wanzhen's stiff body and hugged the green bamboo.In the end, the maid who came to deliver the meal told Ning Yuanqing the news of Mrs. Qu's death. Ning Yuanqing just took a look at it from a distance, then walked away in disgust.

Ning Ruoshui looked at the indifferent Ning Yuanqing from a distance, her little heart was filled with sadness.

"Look, the ugly one is crying." Ning Cuijiao walked over with a short soft whip in her hand.

"You're the ugly one," Ning Ruoshui said stubbornly, sniffling.

"Hmph, you're actually being stubborn with me, you guys, why don't you go and teach this ugly bastard a lesson?" Ning Cuijiao flicked her whip angrily.

Ning Cuijiao proudly looked at Ning Ruoshui, who was beaten up by the maids, and said, "Ugly, do you know why Daddy doesn't like you? Because you are a waste, and me, eldest sister, third brother, and fourth sister can all cultivate spiritual power. If you cannot cultivate spiritual power, you are a disgrace to our Ning Mansion."

"No, I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste", Ning Ruoshui curled up her small body, stubbornly trying to stand up, but was firmly pressed to the ground by the maid who was much older than herself.

"Okay, stop beating, don't beat this trash to death, or you won't be able to play in the future." Ning Cuijiao clapped her little hands and turned around proudly.

(End of this chapter)