Fusu inexplicably felt a chill down her spine and couldn't help but ask, "Miss, what are you doing?"
Qi Mingzhu glanced at her. "You are my maid, and you are one with me. If I find out you have any improper thoughts, don't blame me for being ruthless. Although my situation is not good now, I can still deal with a mere maid like you. Don't think that that bitch Yun can support you; she's not that brainless to think you'll defect."
Fusu's heart skipped a beat. She had indeed had such thoughts, and now that Qi Mingzhu had exposed it, she dared not make any rash moves.
The person was still the same, but for some reason, she felt terrifyingly strange.
"This servant belongs to Miss and naturally focuses on Miss," Fusu declared her loyalty.
Qi Mingzhu snorted. "It's best that way. You should know that if I'm well, you'll be well too. If I'm not well, you'll only be worse off. Follow me diligently, and I won't let you stay like this forever."
Fusu nodded obediently.
After speaking, Qi Mingzhu pulled out a hairpin from her head and ruthlessly slashed her wrist.
Blood immediately gushed out, startling Fusu.
"What are you still standing there for? Call for help!" Qi Mingzhu hissed through the pain.
Fusu finally reacted, running while shouting, "Help! The eldest young lady has cut her wrist!"
Those outside were under orders to guard. The masters had not instructed them to ignore Qi Mingzhu's life or death.
Although she was now confined, she was still a proper young lady, and they dared not neglect her.
Soon, the news reached Madam Yun.
Madam Yun instructed someone to inform Qi Tianming and ordered the household physician to go over, then followed herself.
Qi Mingzhu had been determined, and a lot of blood had flowed. She was pale and swaying precariously.
Madam Yun looked at Qi Mingzhu coldly, surprised by her ruthlessness and her willingness to harm herself without hesitation.
"Where is my father?" Qi Mingzhu asked weakly.
"If the eldest young lady wishes to see the Marquis, she only needs to send word. Why must you harm yourself? Your body and hair are gifts from your parents. Surely the eldest young lady knows this principle? By acting like this, where does it place the Marquis? If it becomes known that the eldest young lady of Changping Marquis's manor resorted to self-harm to see her own father, what will people say about the Marquis?" Madam Yun spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Yes, what I did was wrong, but I did it not to force my father, but because I know I was wrong before. Can my verbal apology be believed?" Qi Mingzhu said weakly. "By cutting myself, besides admitting my mistake, I also wanted to remind myself, so I don't make mistakes again in the future."
Remind myself, and how you treated me today, I will repay all these grievances, bit by bit.
"Then the eldest young lady's resolve to admit her mistake is truly firm," Madam Yun said sarcastically.
"I know Madam Yun doesn't believe me, and I won't argue. Madam Yun can just watch my future actions. Now that Madam Yun is in charge of the Marquis's manor, and my mother is... I should also wake up and see my situation clearly," Qi Mingzhu said with self-mockery.
Qi Tianming arrived late, his face full of impatience.
"Why call me if you're injured? I'm not a doctor," Qi Tianming grumbled.
Hearing this, Qi Mingzhu's hands under the quilt gripped the bedsheet tightly. See, this was his own father.
Qi Mingzhu weakly struggled to bow to Qi Tianming, but instead, she rolled off the bed.
The bandaged wrist began to bleed again, a shocking sight.
Seeing this, Qi Tianming felt a sliver of pity and stepped forward to help her up. "If you're injured, just lie down properly. Why are you getting up?" He then looked at Fusu beside her. "How do you serve your young lady?"