"Sister? How does it feel to be drained of blood?"
Prince Chu's Mansion, in a desolate side courtyard.
Song Wan lay on the ground breathless, her limbs and limbs were all severed, and half of her face was covered with dark and twisted scars, making her look like an evil ghost.
The wrist of one of her hands was cut open, the skin and flesh were turned out, and blood flowed profusely. It hung limply in a copper basin filled with water.
The blood overflowed, shocking.
"Eldest sister, it's really difficult to kill you. Don't blame my sister for being cruel. If I don't break your hands and hamstrings, I won't be able to resist you if you fight to the death."
The speaker is Song Wanqing's concubine, Song Zhiqiu.
"You said that you, a legitimate young lady, can't learn boxing or kicking. No wonder Brother Yi hates you."
She was dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, and her hair was covered with pearls. Everywhere showed her superior status, and the smile on her lips was extremely proud.
"Is it...you?" Song Wanqing said with difficulty.
She is the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Ding'an, and she has admired Chu King Xiao Yi since she was a child.
A year ago, she and her concubine Song Zhiqiu went to the Prince of Chu's Mansion as a guest, but unexpectedly a fire broke out.
She risked her life to save Xiao Yi, so half of her face was ruined and she was in a coma for half a month.
Afterwards, Xiao Yi ignored her disfigurement and asked the emperor for marriage, vowing to be responsible for her for the rest of his life.
But she didn't expect that her life would be so short.
Yesterday, she fell asleep as usual, but when she woke up, her limbs and limbs were cut off, and they were left here to be bled, causing the earth and the earth to become inoperable.
She looked at Song Zhiqiu's slightly bulging belly and understood something instantly, "You...you and Xiao Yi have already had a secret knot?"
She actually always regarded such a thief as a biological sister.
Song Wanqing's mother passed away early. Her grandfather was a first-class Chinese medicine doctor, and she was the only granddaughter. She would send any treasures she got.
In the Hou Mansion, she shared everything with Song Zhiqiu.
Later, she got married, and Song Zhiqiu always came to the palace to stay for a long time in the name of missing her, but she never suspected it.
Unexpectedly...Song Wanqing was so angry that she vomited blood.
"If your grandfather hadn't valued you more than his life," Song Zhiqiu said viciously, "Why would Brother Yi be willing to marry you?"
"What do you mean?" Song Wanqing tried hard to stay awake.
"Your grandfather was my father's savior. After marrying you, he spoke a lot of kind words in front of my father, so that Brother Yi could have the chance to become the prince!"
Song Zhiqiu curled his lips, "Do you think the fire was an accident?"
What?
Song Wanqing only felt a bang in her head.
"If you are not disfigured, how can I trust Brother Yi to marry you?" Song Zhiqiu smiled very happily, "However, your face could have been cured, but my mother worked hard and tampered with it."
Hate, so hate!
Song Wanqing's proud husband and relatives only used her as a tool to win over her grandfather.
"And your mother, don't you think she died very suddenly?" Song Zhiqiu clicked his tongue twice, "She entrusted you to my mother when she was dying. She was really stupid, hahaha..."
"However, the funniest thing is your grandfather. He spent his life saving lives and healing the wounded, but he couldn't save himself hahaha..."
Song Wanqing's eyes were blood red and her voice was tearing, "Grandpa... what happened to grandpa?"
"Of course it's a cup of poisonous wine sent to the west." Song Zhiqiu suppressed his smile, "What kind of doctors are kind-hearted and do good deeds to accumulate virtue? Your family is as stupid as a pig and is destined to have a bad end!"
Cold, so cold!
Song Wanqing felt like her whole body was falling into an ice cave, and her head was becoming increasingly unclear.
"By the way, Brother Yi will be crowned the crown prince soon. Sister, please go with peace of mind. I will take the crown prince's seat for you." Song Zhiqiu laughed up to the sky, twisted his waist and left.
What a refreshing experience!
She had been lying low for more than ten years, and only Song Wanqing could die with her eyes closed to relieve the hatred in her heart.
Song Wanqing felt that her blood had dried up.
How ridiculous her life has been.
She exhausted all her medical skills and roped in her grandfather to help Xiao Yi rise to the top, but in the end she and her closest relatives died in silence.
She's so stupid!
If there is an afterlife, she must make Xiao Yi, Song Zhiqiu and others pay with their blood!
——
"Qing'er, why aren't you awake yet?"
Song Wanqing was dazed when she heard a familiar voice.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw her stepmother Chen Qinglian sitting by the bed.
"Qing'er? Are you awake?" Chen Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Song Wanqing finally opened her eyes.
If this person really stayed awake, then all their plans would be in vain.
She immediately told her girl Hongmei to tell Mr. Hou quickly, and asked with concern, "Qing'er, how do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Song Wanqing was in a trance for a moment.
She's not dead?
And back to the day she woke up half a month after the fire?
"Qing'er, please speak, don't scare mother." Chen Qinglian's voice sounded again.
Song Wanqing turned her head expressionlessly.
For a moment, Chen Qinglian was startled by her eyes. Coupled with the burns on Song Wanqing's face, she looked like an evil ghost seeking life.
Chen Qinglian stood up in fright, a layer of cold sweat already forming on her back.
At this time, the door opened in time, and Ding'an Marquis Song Qingshan came.
"Qing'er is awake?" he asked happily.
"Yes." Chen Qinglian patted her chest silently, and when she looked at Song Wanqing again, there was nothing strange about her.
Did I just see it wrong?
"Qing'er, how are you?" Marquis Ding'an asked warmly.
"I'm fine." Song Wanqing struggled to sit up. Her eyes were red and she looked like she was about to cry.
She didn't expect that God would really give her a chance to live a new life, but her mother was no longer here. She must protect her grandfather and let the bad guys pay with blood.
"Qing'er, don't be sad. Although your face is ruined," Song Qingshan's face did not show any signs of distress for his daughter, "but the King of Chu, Xiao Yi, has asked the emperor to grant you a marriage."
"I don't agree." Unexpectedly, Song Wanqing refused directly, "I don't want to marry Xiao Yi."
"Huh?" Song Qingshan suspected that he heard wrongly.
Didn't Song Wanqing always hang around Xiao Yi? Do you like Xiao Yi very much?
I heard Song Wan say coldly, "Xiao Yi is not good enough for me."
"What?" Shen Qingshan looked shocked, "Qing'er, are you confused? Are you talking nonsense?"
"When there was a fire, Xiao Yi was as timid as a mouse and could run faster than anyone else. I was really blind when I fell in love with such a person." Song Wanqing snorted, with contempt on his face.
In the past, she had only countless praises for Xiao Yi, but now when they suddenly heard her say this, Song Qingshan and Chen Qinglian were stunned.
Chen Qinglian was the first to react, "Qing'er, don't say stupid things. Although you saved King Chu, your face has been ruined. It's your blessing that King Chu doesn't dislike you."
Listen, her face was ruined to save Xiao Yi, and now she wants to thank Xiao Yi for not disliking her?
