imperial psychologist

Chapter 577 Limitations

That night, Ai Songqing brought a pillow and lay down with Bo Ling again. She chatted with Bo Ling for a while, and when the clock sounded outside at four o'clock, both of them fell silent.

Time to sleep.

Ai Songqing closed her eyes, and when she was about to fall asleep, she heard Bo Ling turn over again, followed by a very light sigh.

She looked towards Boling, "Can't you still sleep?"

Bai Ling gave a soft "hmm".

"Thinking about tonight?"

"Ah."

"Actually, Sister Li shouldn't have any malicious intentions." Ai Songqing said softly, "She...probably cares too much about other people's opinions."

"I know," Bo Ling said in a low voice, "If she has malicious intentions, I won't think about it now."

"Bai Ling and Sister Li... did they work in the 'palace' before?" Ai Songqing asked.

"……Um."

Ai Songqing also sighed, "Then I understand."

Bo Ling glanced over, "What does Songqing know?"

Ai Songqing turned around halfway, facing Bo Ling, "Do you still remember that when we first arrived in Baihuaya, someone wanted to die, and many girls were crying every day."

Burling nodded.

In the darkness, Ai Songqing could not see Bo Ling's movements, but could hear the rustling between her cheek and the pillow.

Ai Songqing continued, "Actually, I too...I cried from Chuzhou to Pingjing. Ever since I knew I was going to be beaten into the Jiaofang Division as a prostitute, I had seriously thought about death, but this The road was muddled, and the officials guarded me tightly, so I don’t know how I got here.”

Bo Ling's throat moved slightly, and he said "um" again, indicating that he was listening.

"Last time you asked me where I would go if I had the chance to leave Baihuaya... I thought about it later, maybe I can go anywhere in the world, but I can't go back to Chuzhou, I can't go home."

"Because of being a slave?" Bo Ling asked softly.

"It's not just a slave, but it's been in Baihuaya."

Ai Songqing said softly, she gently stroked the tattoos under her left shoulder in the dark, they still felt uneven to the touch.

"I knew in my heart that if I was killed by a head-on collision, other relatives in the clan might set up a memorial archway for me, but if I went back, they would probably think I was dirty too... It may not be that they are cold-blooded, it's just... "

Ai Songqing thought about it for a while, but still couldn't say anything, and after a long time, he said helplessly, "I don't know how to say..."

"Everyone has their own limitations, there's no way to force them?" Bai Ling said.

"Yes."

"But you are willing to stand on their side and think about them," Bo Ling whispered, "will they stand on your side and think about you?"

Ai Songqing was silent for a moment, "... Maybe there are, but they also have to take care of the overall situation."

"The overall situation..."

Bao Yuan's face seemed to appear in front of Bai Ling's eyes again.

What is the overall situation of Bao Yuan?

Is it the reputation of the neighbors?Is it Niannian's future?Or is it the attitude and wishes of the husband's family?
But no matter which one she wants, she will probably have a hard time... because none of these things is something she can really hold in her hands.

Discussions in the streets and alleys are like the wind. Today they say hello, say you have worked hard to support your family, and lift you up to the sky. Tomorrow, ten thousand feet will step on it, saying that your means of earning money are not clean, and demoting you to nothing.

Not to mention that her gambler husband is already thinking about how to sell his unrelated daughter to other flower kilns in exchange for money to keep his official position in the yamen...

What can Bao Yuan stop?

Nothing could stop her.

When a woman marries and obeys her husband, her husband is her god. Today, it is obvious that Baoyuan herself was beaten, and she has to defend her husband by saying, "He drank alcohol today, and he is not like this on weekdays."

The people around her are not even as reliable as the coolies she found in Baihuaya, but now she is thinking whether she should give up the way of making a living in Baihuaya for the sake of those illusory "fame". road.

Or even... push yourself away.

...Why do you want to lower your profile so low?

Bai Ling felt his eye sockets heat up again.

Ai Songqing heard Bai Ling's heavy breathing suddenly, and couldn't help calling her name softly again.

"I don't want to, I don't want to." Bai Ling shook his head and said, "Call me when you wake up tomorrow, and I will go out with you."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go to the Huzi shop to have a look." Bai Ling said softly.

Ai Songqing was startled for a moment, a little hesitant to speak.

She could probably guess why Bo Ling was there, and she felt a little worried, but she couldn't say why for a while.

Bo Ling pulled the quilt around his neck, and said goodnight to Ai Songqing again.

In the darkness, Ai Songqing also closed his eyes again.

Although I don't know exactly what Bo Ling wants to do, maybe just like what she said before, Bo Ling... always has a way.

……

Early the next morning, Bo Ling went out on the front foot, and Chen Xin came to Baihuaya to visit again on the back foot.

"So early?" Chen Xin was stunned for a moment, "Where did she go?"

The attendant who came to receive him smiled awkwardly, "Well, I don't know about this."

"When are you coming back?"

The attendant still shook his head, "I don't know."

Chen Xin faintly noticed something strange, "Then I'll just wait here."

"Hey, Your Highness, why don't you wait in the wing first, and I'll arrange a few people—"

"I'll just wait for Bo Ling." Chen Xin said coldly.

"This...I'm afraid it's not good." The attendant smiled apologetically, "Miss Bai Ling, it may not be convenient to see you again in the future."

"Why? I haven't owed you a penny of the money I should pay, and I've always followed your rules. Why don't you let me see you all of a sudden?"

The attendant lowered his head, moved a little closer, and said in a low voice, "Is the specific reason not clear to His Royal Highness?"

Chen Xin's complexion was slightly pale, and when he looked at the attendant in front of him again, his eyes also changed.

"What do you mean?"

"Your Highness, the younger one is just a commoner, so don't ask me."

"Where's the boss of your Lanzi shop?" Chen Xin frowned, "Tell him to come out and see me!"

"We, Lan Zhijun, haven't woken up yet, if you want to see him, I'll send you a pass right now——"

Chen Xin laughed twice, and his voice rose for a moment, "Your Lan name is so big, I am the King of Shangluo County, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If I want to see you, the boss of a flower kiln, I have to wait for you to pass it on!"

There was not much fear on the attendant's face, he was still smiling as before, but his waist was bent even lower.

"Your Highness must see you now, and it's not impossible, then follow me."

With that said, he turned around and walked inside with Chen Xin.

Just as Chen Xin was about to take a step, the attendants around him hurriedly followed up with whispers, "Your Highness, be careful."

"I'd like to see how his family can cheat me!"

(End of this chapter)