Volume One, Chapter Three: She Simply Could Not Forgive Herself

“Your Highness, your leg only needs further treatment at the Sacred Healer’s Valley; one day it will surely heal,” Lin Qingwu said, about to kneel and beg for forgiveness. “I was arrogant and spoke falsely back then, deceiving Your Highness. Please punish me.”

“Sister Qingwu, you are the greatest healer of our time. If even you have no confidence in curing me, then what use would seeking others be?” Fuwan grasped her arm, stopping her.

But that very gesture revealed a flicker of pain on Lin Qingwu’s downcast face. Fuwan also noticed the marks on her arm.

She swiftly rolled up Lin Qingwu’s sleeve, exposing arms layered with fresh and old wounds, skin mottled in bruised purples and blues.

Some areas had already become festering sores; certain wounds still oozed faint blood. “Who did this to you? How could they treat you so cruelly?!”

Usually gentle and mild, Fuwan’s anger surged at the sight. Standing close, she even glimpsed faint handprints on Lin Qingwu’s face.

Startled, Lin Qingwu quickly withdrew her arm. “They’re all minor injuries, Your Highness. You need not worry.”

“Minor injuries?” Princess Fuwan was shocked beyond words. “Not to mention the other wounds, those overlapping whip marks look like they’re down to the bone. How have you endured this all this time...?”

“Your Highness, I truly am fine,” Lin Qingwu’s voice softened, no longer aloof as before. She now spoke with only guilt: “I’m simply incapable and dare not continue treating you.”

“I don’t ask for my leg to be cured, or even to stand,” the princess’s tone softened, almost pleading. “I only wish for the sister Qingwu I knew to return. Please, stop tormenting yourself…”

Though noble, Princess Fuwan was born with weak legs, unable to stand, lacking even the form of normal limbs.

She was despondent, insecure, and at times gave up hope entirely.

Back then, Lin Qingwu’s arrival was a ray of light in her life—she played with her, comforted her, encouraged her.

She told her that even as a woman, one should aspire to great things. Her careful treatments brought life back to her legs day by day, promising that one day she would walk wherever she wished.

Returning to the capital yesterday, Fuwan was joyful—not only because she was about to stand, but also because she would soon see Lin Qingwu.

Yet now, to see her in this state was unimaginable; what kind of torment had she endured these past three years?

Seeing tears well in Fuwan’s eyes, Lin Qingwu finally felt her heart ache.

She raised a hand to wipe away the tears. “Waner, I am truly powerless to heal your leg. I fear I might do you harm. Forgive me...”

“No, you owe me no apology. You owe it only to yourself!” Fuwan urgently clasped her hand.

Lin Qingwu shook her head. “You don’t understand. This is my punishment. Because of my arrogance, I prescribed the wrong remedy and caused Mother’s death. I deserve to spend my life atoning. Compared to what I’ve suffered, this is nothing.”

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