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Shu Jingwei raised her eyes.

Something was ignited in those eyes that had witnessed both prosperity and humiliation by those words.

If possible, who would want to live like this?

They're not even as good as dogs!

Dogs can at least be given alms or dig out a full meal from a garbage dump.

But what about her?

How has she survived for the past month or so?

For the first few days, she was abandoned in a dilapidated alley in the capital.

The alley was narrow and dirty, with dark green moss growing at the base of the walls on both sides. I don't know where such a dilapidated alley came from in the capital.

She didn't even have a single piece of clothing to cover herself; she had to endure the pain to find a tattered coat that someone else didn't want.

The tattered coat was pulled from a garbage dump; it was stained with unknown dirt and smelled of a mixture of sourness and mildew, but she put it on anyway because she was cold.

Her arms and legs were broken again. Wang Meng's men simply treated her wounds, applied some medicine, and bandaged them up to keep her alive, but they did not set her bones.

Her arms and legs grew wildly, causing her excruciating pain.

Later, the pain became so intense that she couldn't tell if it was her bones or her flesh that were hurting. Sometimes it was a dull, aching pain, as if something was swelling inside her bones, making her entire arm feel like it was about to explode.

Sometimes it turns into a sharp, stabbing pain, like a needle poking back and forth in a crack in her bone, one prick after another, each time making her vision go black.

Shu Jingwei felt as if half of her body was being sawed back and forth with a dull knife, the pain was endless.

And I'm hungry.

That's something more agonizing than the pain of a broken bone.

The pain of a broken bone is bearable; with time, it will eventually pass.

But being hungry won't work.

The longer you are hungry, the more uncomfortable you feel. First, your stomach feels empty, then stomach acid rises and burns your esophagus.

Then I started to feel weak, my vision went black in waves, my head was buzzing, and it felt like there were countless flies buzzing in my ears.

She also climbed out of the alley to find food.

Despite the excruciating pain in half of his body, he hopped along on one leg, inching forward inch by inch.

With each step she took, her broken arms and legs would swing, the broken bones rubbing against each other, making a creaking sound that only she could hear.

But once they got out, they discovered that no one was throwing away food. The ordinary people in the capital were not wealthy, and no one would throw their grain out.

She could only cautiously approach the back doors of wealthy families, which were located in narrow alleys with high walls on both sides, topped with broken porcelain shards. The wind blowing through the alleys was gloomy and cold.

But she had no choice but to wait in the cold wind for the servants to come out and give her the leftovers they didn't want.

Even so, she couldn't outcompete the other beggars.

Those beggars were all better on their feet and had louder voices than her. They could easily push her aside and yell for the servant to give them the food first.

Moreover, she was already famous in the capital. Some servants would even bypass her and give her to others when they saw her.

Later, Shu Jingwei went to beg.

She crawled to a slightly more populated area, sat against the wall, bent over and lay on the ground, saying "Please have mercy" in the most humble voice.

But they will still be robbed.

She lay on the ground, only able to see pairs of shoes passing by in front of her.

Cloth shoes, straw sandals, and occasionally a pair of satin boots.

The shoes hurried past her, mostly without stopping.

But sometimes, strangers from out of town who didn't recognize her would take pity on her and toss her a coin.

The coin traced an arc in the air, and she could even hear the crisp sound of it hitting the ground, right beside her, within her reach.

But another beggar would immediately pounce on her, snatch the coin, and kick her in the process.

That kick landed squarely on her back, sending her sprawling to the ground, her chin slamming against the stone slab, her mouth filled with the taste of blood.

The people on the other side also chimed in, saying that she was Shu Jingwei. Upon hearing her identity, most people immediately gave her a disgusted look and left, feeling unlucky.

The situation only improved when she went to Ancheng, a place where few people had seen her before, and where she wasn't the only disabled beggar. She was able to blend in perfectly.

At least occasionally, they could get money to eat a meal.

Besides people, there's also the weather.

The hardest time is when it rains.

When she was still in the capital, it rained once. She had nowhere to hide in the city and could only let the rain pour down on her, which was icy cold.

The unhealed wound turned white from being soaked in the rain, and it was both painful and itchy. She could even smell the rotting flesh.

In the dead of night, she couldn't help but think that maybe it would be better to just die like this.

Just fall asleep and die, and you won't feel pain or hunger anymore, and you won't have to worry about anyone's feelings.

But then, the rain stopped quickly, and she didn't die.

But she couldn't bring herself to commit suicide again.

I've just been surviving like this until now.

Now, someone is standing in front of her, saying they want to help her.

Shu Jingwei spoke in a hoarse voice, her tone tinged with urgency.

"How can you help me? What do you need me to do?"

Fujiwara no Shūjin seemed quite pleased with her reaction.

The curve of his lips deepened slightly, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in his narrowed eyes.

He calmly took out a box from his pocket. The box was no bigger than the palm of his hand, and it was completely black with patterns that she couldn't understand.

The patterns were not very clear in the dim light, resembling some kind of writing or symbols, winding and twisting on the surface of the box, adding a touch of mystery to it.

Then the short man walked to Shu Jingwei's simple stone bed. When he got closer, he realized that the bed was a bit high. Shu Jingwei was a head taller than him even when she was sitting on the bed.

Fujiwara no Shujin clicked his tongue inwardly, took a step back without making a sound, and then opened the box in his hand.

The lid was lifted with a crisp click, the sound particularly clear in the quiet room.

On the silk lining inside the box lay a snow-white pill.

The silk was dark red, as red as congealed blood, which made the pill appear even whiter than snow.

The pill was about the size of a thumb, round and white, and emitted a strange fragrance.

The fragrance was extremely faint, yet it pierced through the musty and damp smells filling the room, heading straight into Shu Jingwei's nose.

The fragrance even made her feel a little better.

"This is a miracle medicine of our country." His voice was deep, carrying a seductive power. "After consuming it, all bone injuries can be completely healed. However..."

Shu Jingwei's pupils suddenly contracted.

Back to normal?

Her arms and legs can be restored to their original state!?