Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Chapter 872: Chapter 783: Unwilling to Be a Slave (Part 3)

Calculating this way, there are at least three months before Nangong Chengxuan dies from illness on the way to exile. As long as Nangong Shuangshuang hurries a bit, she should still be able to save her father, and in her memory, there’s a great opportunity that can be used to exchange for saving her father.

However, the most urgent task now is to quickly improve her status in the Violence Room. In her past life, Nangong Shuangshuang had just entered the Violence Room at this time. Although she had fallen from a wealthy young lady to a servant without a secure future, because she knew her father was safe, and her mother was by her side, she had not yet turned bitter.

In her past life, Nangong Shuangshuang didn’t dare to reveal her medical skills in the Violence Room for fear of standing out and provoking jealousy and bullying.

In her past life, Nangong Shuangshuang was still too young and inexperienced. She didn’t understand how important a person with medical skills could be to the servants in the Violence Room who couldn’t see a doctor when sick.

Now, what Nangong Shuangshuang needs to do is to reveal her medical skills at the right moment. It doesn’t need to make people think her skills are profound, just knowing she has medical skills is enough.

Even though she thought this way, things weren’t something that could be achieved overnight. She still needed to wait for the right opportunity. Nangong Shuangshuang arrived at night, and outside the Violence Room, there was a clock. According to the rules of the Violence Room, work began when the clock struck in the morning and rested when the clock struck in the evening.

At this moment, the sky outside was still dark, but the clock had already started to ring dully. Nangong Shuangshuang immediately got out of bed, hastily dressed, folded her quilt, and went to help Luo Yueying.

Luo Yueying had previously been cherished by her husband, and although she couldn’t avoid doing some work due to the lack of servitude at home, she never did any heavy work, only some cooking and sewing clothes for the family, while other work was done by servants.

Now in the Violence Room, she started work every day before dawn, doing exhausting work, and could only rest late at night. Her body was already worn out, aching all over, and getting up every morning was very difficult.

Every morning, Nangong Shuangshuang hurriedly finished her own tasks and then rushed to help her mother get dressed because if they delayed getting up, the Steward Aunt would whip them. In the first few days, both Nangong Shuangshuang and Luo Yueying were whipped, and the marks had yet to fade.

With Nangong Shuangshuang’s help, Luo Yueying finally got her clothes on properly before the Steward Aunt came in to inspect, and at the same time, Nangong Shuangshuang deftly helped Luo Yueying tidy up her bedding.

Due to the tight schedule in the morning, everyone was too busy to talk. In fact, the Violence Room was filled with people waiting for death without hope of escape, so much so that no one had the mind to communicate with others, rendering them all silent and stoic.

After tidying up themselves and their bedding, everyone lined up in front of their beds, waiting for the Steward Aunt to inspect. The Steward Aunt came in carrying a small whip, her expression ice-cold.

Her gaze was particularly indifferent as she scanned the people standing in front of their beds, confirming that everyone was up and properly dressed. Only then did she give an ”mm” sound, her cold expression slightly thawing, and she said faintly, ”Today you will be divided into two groups: one to do laundry, and the other to pound rice. Be quick with your work, because if I find anyone slacking off, my whip here will be meeting your delicate skin.”

Everyone responded quietly, not daring to breathe loudly. In the Violence Room, for a palace maid, the Chief Eunuch wasn’t scary because he managed the erring eunuchs, not the palace maids.

Only the Steward Aunt was truly frightening, because she essentially held the power of life and death over all the palace maids in the Violence Room. If a maid displeased her, there was no one to stop her from beating them to death.

After inspecting everyone, the Steward Aunt began assigning tasks. Nangong Shuangshuang and Luo Yueying were put in separate groups; Luo Yueying would pound rice while Nangong Shuangshuang would do laundry. In the afternoon, they’d switch.

Nangong Shuangshuang noticed that Luo Yueying looked very pale, indicating she was already feeling unwell. Both pounding rice and laundry were physically demanding tasks; pounding rice required strength and was very tiring.

But doing laundry wasn’t an easy chore either. It was early spring, still cold, and the well water was freezing and biting. Washing clothes in such icy water was very damaging to the body.

Before starting work, everyone would draw water for a simple wash. As Nangong Shuangshuang used the icy well water to wash her face, she worried. If she couldn’t quickly find a way to lessen Luo Yueying’s workload, she’d definitely work herself sick after just two more days.

Given Luo Yueying’s current state, when not ill, she could force herself to persist for her daughter’s sake. But once ill, Luo Yueying, having lost the will to survive, would likely deteriorate quickly.

Nangong Shuangshuang took a deep breath, suppressing a tinge of negativity rising from her anxiety. She subconsciously began observing the Steward Aunt, for she was like a deity in the Violence Room, and pleasing her was the quickest way to liberate Luo Yueying and herself from tedious tasks.

Upon observation, Nangong Shuangshuang was pleasantly surprised to find the Steward Aunt looked a bit pale, her hand unconsciously placed on her lower abdomen, signaling discomfort.

Moreover, after assigning tasks, the Steward Aunt didn’t go around with her whip to supervise like usual. Instead, she directly sat on a chair and kept drinking hot water.

These symptoms in the Steward Aunt made Nangong Shuangshuang think of only one possibility: menstrual cramps. The Steward Aunt was a meticulous person, or rather she treasured showcasing her authority to the palace maids, often enjoying strutting around with her whip among them.

If she disliked someone, a whip would land, occasionally accompanied by scolding for any maid not working efficiently. She particularly enjoyed seeing the maids tremble in fear at her presence, not daring to lift their heads or speak loudly.

Yet, today the Steward Aunt hadn’t surveyed even once before sitting down, her brows furrowed, lips white and bloodless, indicating significant discomfort from menstrual cramps. This was as if a pillow had been sent to someone who was sleepy.

Nangong Shuangshuang wiped her wet hands and went over to the Steward Aunt. Upon seeing Nangong Shuangshuang, the Steward Aunt immediately raised an eyebrow, ”Why aren’t you working, and what are you doing standing before me?”

Nangong Shuangshuang smiled particularly gently and said, ”Aunt, I just noticed you frowning, looking pale, and drinking hot water. Could it be that your lower abdomen pains you every time your cycle comes?”