"Ah, it hurts! Don't do this to me, let me go, please let me go!"
Song Yuer's face contorted in pain, her complexion changing drastically.
At this moment, she was begging the maids in front of her for mercy, a far cry from the demeanor of a young lady of noble birth.
"Pain? Haha!"
The maid, Xia Mei, stepped forward and yanked Song Yuer's hair again, dragging her across the floor by her tresses.
The tearing pain in her scalp almost drove Song Yuer to her breaking point.
Her pleas for mercy were utterly ineffective before the two maids.
Having played enough.
The maid Xia Mei kicked Song Yuer away, stood up, placed her hands on her hips, and used the tip of her toe to lift Song Yuer's chin, smiling mockingly at her, "Young Miss, look at what a mess you are now, haha! In this state, let alone Baili Su, the sickly eldest son of the Baili family, even a beggar on the street wouldn't fancy you!"
"A beggar? Haha, Sister Xia Mei, you speak so well. Our young miss is so pitiful."
"Slap!"
Another maid raised her hand and slapped Song Yuer across the face again, knocking out her teeth.
Blood flowed from her mouth.
"However, people who are pitiful must have something detestable about them, right, my young miss!"
Song Yuer lay on the ground, her cheeks swollen.
She was powerless to resist.
The maid Xia Mei then gripped Song Yuer's chin again and looked at her coldly, "Young Miss, oh, I forgot to tell you. Do you know... why your mother returns with injuries every day?"
Song Yuer's mouth was too swollen to speak.
However, the maid Xia Mei's words struck a chord with her.
"Mother, she... her injuries are..."
Song Yuer continued to spit blood as she spoke.
Even so, she desperately wanted to know about her mother.
She knew her mother always had injuries.
But she didn't know who inflicted them. She had asked her mother before, but her mother was tight-lipped and never told her anything.
At first, she thought her father, Song Gang, was the one who injured her mother.
But every time she saw her father so tenderly caring for her mother,
She dismissed her own unrealistic thoughts.
"Young Miss, looking at you, you truly know nothing, hahaha..."
The maid Xia Zhu leaned in close to Song Yuer, staring at her intently, "Young Miss, let me tell you this, our master, your father, detests your mother the most. Your mother killed the master's concubines and their children years ago."
"The master hates your mother to the bone. All these years, what you've seen is how good the master is to your mother, but in reality, your mother is personally tormented and insulted by people the master finds every day, over and over again."
"There are several of them. Some are guards in the mansion, some are beggars from outside. Oh, and the master, fearing that this matter would get out, therefore... killed all those who were disobedient. Young Miss, you naturally wouldn't know about this."
"No... no... impossible... this is impossible!"
Song Yuer shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.
She couldn't believe her father would treat her mother like this.
She refused to believe it!
"Oh, the young miss doesn't believe it? Well... no one would believe their father is that kind of person. Since the young miss... doesn't believe it, however... I must tell you, young miss, not only has your mother suffered inhuman abuse for years, but she has also contracted a serious illness, a venereal disease. She doesn't have long to live!"
"No... no..."
Song Yuer's voice was hoarse, her world collapsing.
At this moment, the pain in her heart was deeper than the pain in her body.
"Alas, young miss, stop pretending to be so heartbroken. If you had paid more attention to your mother, how could you not know about your mother's condition?"
"Exactly, young miss. You spent all day with the First Madam, and you discovered nothing. It only shows that you don't care about your mother at all!"
"Sister Xia Mei, what does our young miss know? With a brain like a simpleton, what else can she do all day besides dressing up?"
Hahaha, indeed!
The two maids stood before Song Yuer, ceaselessly mocking and ridiculing her.
Meanwhile, Song Yuer, lying on the ground, still had blood trickling from her mouth.
At this moment, her mind was filled with her mother's image.
It was her fault, she had been too careless all along!
"Wuwu... Mother... wuwu..."
"Enough, stop howling! It's so unpleasant."
Seeing Song Yuer weeping in grief and anger, the two maids beside her were as hard-hearted as stone, showing no concern for Song Yuer.
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
The two maids inside looked outwards.
"Clang!"
Several clangs followed.
Xiao Yi Hao, holding a wooden stick, ran in and struck the legs of the maids Xia Mei and the other maid several times.
"Ah..."
The two maids clutched their legs and cried out in pain.
One of them lost her balance and, as she fell, instinctively grabbed the other.
The two maids fell to the ground together, with Maid Xia Mei pinned beneath the other.
"My stomach... my stomach hurts so much."
Maid Xia Mei cried out in pain, clutching her stomach.
The other maid panicked and quickly scrambled off her.
"What are you screaming for? Stop that noise!"
Xiao Yi Hao picked his ear and then tapped the heads of the two maids with the wooden stick.
The two maids instantly collapsed and fainted.
Beside them, Song Yuer, lying on the ground in pain, looked up at Xiao Yi Hao, who was fumbling through the clothes of the two maids and retrieving two bags of silver.
Her voice was weak, her face deathly pale, "Save... save me."
Xiao Yi Hao walked over to Song Yuer and looked at her face, which resembled a pig's head, and paused.
"Whoa, you are... Song Yuer, Miss Song?"
Xiao Yi Hao had no idea that the woman beaten into such a state before him was actually the eldest daughter of the Song family, Song Yuer?
This was truly astonishing.
Although Xiao Yi Hao was puzzled, his medical skills were not to be underestimated.
Taking her pulse, examining her wounds, disinfecting, and bandaging them, Xiao Yi Hao performed these actions with practiced ease.
This was also... the medical knowledge his mother had taught him.
Along with a calm attitude when facing emergencies.
After bandaging the wounds, Xiao Yi Hao gave Song Yuer a pill to stop bleeding.
After taking the pill, the bleeding from Song Yuer's various wounds stopped.
"Thank you... I..."
Looking at the child who was bandaging her wounds, Song Yuer's eyes welled up with emotion.
She could never have imagined that the one who finally saved her and helped her was the son of Gu Qian Ying, a person she detested the most?
And her dislike instantly vanished because of this young boy and his actions.
"You're welcome. My mother says saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. However... you still have to pay the fee."
Xiao Yi Hao raised his handsome little face and extended his hand towards Song Yuer, "Young Miss, you haven't paid the consultation fee yet..."