Chapter 693
Wei Xuerong handled Huangfulian's wounds carefully, and applied medicine and gauze to each of his wounds one by one.

His gaze also scanned every wound on Huangfulian's body bit by bit, and when he came to his hands that were unable to clenched tightly, his eyes froze.

As the blood on her hands was wiped away bit by bit, the appearance of Huangfulian's hands slowly appeared in front of Wei Xuerong——

It was a pair of hands that had been tortured out of shape.

Not only is it covered with large and small blood holes, every blood hole can almost be seen deep into the bone, it looks so shocking.

Not only that, Huangfulian's hand, because of the excessive pulling and abuse, the knuckles have been twisted a little, and it can't be straightened at all. It looks like a beast's claw.

Wei Xuerong looked at the pair of scarred hands, her heart tightened up and down, all unwillingness and anger disappeared in an instant.

She stared at Huang Fulian's hands, and the action of applying medicine for someone involuntarily slowed down, her hands and body trembled even more.

If Xiahou Fengcheng was allowed to torture him like this, Huangfulian would definitely die without waiting for the capital.

She can't let this happen.

This is different from her original intention of promising Xiahou Fengli to bring Huangfulian out of the imperial palace of the capital——

She never thought of hurting Huang Fulian.

The person she least wanted to hurt was Huang Fulian.

Wei Xuerong looked at those hands, her eyes flickered, as if they were on fire.

The muscles of her lower jaw were tense and trembling, as if she was trying to suppress some kind of unbearable pain.

In the eye sockets, hot liquid was constantly gathering.

Wei Xuerong turned her face away, stretched out her hand to wipe away the heat in her eyes, choked her throat, and spoke slowly in a slightly hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, I will help you to bed and have a good rest first. Later, when Xiahou Fengli is not paying attention, I will bring food over."

She spoke word by word, every word seemed to be squeezed out between her teeth.

After she finished speaking, she stood up holding the blood-stained silk handkerchief, turned around, and adjusted her churning emotions by tidying up her things, and only after she calmed down did she turn around to help Huang Fulian.

The child was placed on Huangfulian's lap, and it was inconvenient to lift it up. Wei Xuerong stretched out her hand and wanted to hold the child first, but Huangfulian stopped her.

"Don't touch my child." Huang Fulian said in a hoarse voice, not forgetting that Wei Xuerong was insane because of the child's death.

Even if Wei Xuerong looks like an ordinary person now, there is no guarantee that she will not do anything to the child.

For a woman who colluded with Xiahou Fengli and drugged her, Huangfulian could not give any trust.

He asked Wei Xuerong to clean the wound and apply medicine for him, just to preserve his strength so that he could take care of Jiang Nanyan's mother and child, and he didn't trust Wei Xuerong because of this.

Wei Xuerong's status in Huangfulian's eyes did not change in any way because of her actions just now.

The way Huangfulian looked at Wei Xuerong was still full of distrust.

Seeing the suspicious expression on Huangfulian's face, Wei Xuerong's throat instantly became bitter, her eyes flushed, and she felt a strong urge to cry.

She always knew in her heart that there was no place for her in Huangfulian's heart, not at all. .

(End of this chapter)

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