Chapter 1000: Love’s Path, Hard to Let Go (1)

Watching the two still bickering, Mo Yan strangely felt that their energies were quite similar—they were surprisingly well-matched.

Yet this noisy scene, when it fell into the eyes of Da Ni'er who was hiding in the corner, felt like a sharp blade stabbing straight into her heart. The anticipation she had held turned bloody and raw in an instant, the pain unbearable.

In terms of family background, looks, and status, she couldn’t compare to that County Princess. The only thing she might surpass her in was perhaps having a better temperament.

But there were so many girls in the world with good temperaments, strong family backgrounds, and pretty faces. If he didn’t fancy the high-and-mighty County Princess, how could he ever look at someone like her who had nothing?

She had woven a beautiful dream—in it, the man she liked happened to like her back. They married, had children, and grew old together... But dreams were dreams. How could they become reality? That beautiful dream was like a net, and she was the only one caught inside it.

They had met so many times, but he had never once looked at her properly. Never.

That should have been the moment she woke up from her daydream. Why did she ever think he might like her?

Tears poured down like a breached dam. Da Ni'er covered her mouth tightly with one hand, not letting herself make a sound, while the other hand clutched the moon-white sachet she had just made but didn’t get the chance to give him.

Reason told her she should leave now—leave and let go of this dazzling man completely, never to think of him again. But her feet felt nailed to the ground, unable to move even a step.

Mo Yan’s eyes were on Yan Junyu and the County Princess, but she was always aware of Da Ni'er’s movements. Seeing the pain on her face, she felt terrible inside.

She held herself back again and again, finally suppressing the urge to go comfort her. Looking at the two still quarreling, she fanned the flames with a tease:

“You two should stop arguing. People who don’t know better might think you’re flirting.”

As soon as Mo Yan said that, the usually domineering County Princess uncharacteristically blushed. A soft red spread across her pale cheeks, making her look like a different person entirely.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” she said with a hint of shyness.

Yan Junyu, however, reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He jumped up and snapped back,

“Flirting with this tigress? I still want to live a few more years and marry a virtuous wife. You little girl better stop spouting nonsense and ruining my reputation.”

“Reputation?” Before Mo Yan could speak, the County Princess’s face darkened, and she struck back with ruthless sarcasm,

“Go ask around the capital—see if there’s anything left of your reputation, Yan Junyu. If it weren’t for the fact that we grew up together and I pitied you for being this old and still unwanted, I wouldn’t have begged the Empress Dowager and the Emperor to grant this marriage.

You think you’re some hot commodity? That women are lining up to marry you?”

The mockery was sharp and cutting—no man could easily swallow that, let alone someone like Yan Junyu, who had always been admired and flattered.

So Young Master Yan tossed aside the noble tradition of ‘a gentleman doesn’t argue with women’ and countered with words more poisonous than arsenic:

“No matter how disgraceful I may be, I’m still better than a stinking girl like you who’s been of marriageable age for years and still has no one interested!

Go grab any man off the street and ask him if he’d marry you. Maybe only a clueless three-year-old would bother to talk to you!

Whoever marries a woman like you must’ve been cursed for eight lifetimes—even their ancestors would crawl out of their graves to stop it.”

Unexpectedly, the County Princess didn’t get angry. Instead, she looked at the red-faced Yan Junyu with a gaze full of meaning and said,

“You’re right. Whoever marries me is cursed for eight lifetimes. That’s why I’m happy to bring that curse to you.

Now are you satisfied?”

(End of chapter)

 Chapter 999: It’s Better to End the Pain Quickly (4)

“None of your business!” Yan Junyu snapped, furious. He had no idea what that girl—who’d been giving him nightmares for days—was thinking. “I warn you: don’t spout nonsense in front of her, or don’t blame me for roughing up a young lady!”

“You think I care what you say? Hah—how blind I must’ve been to fall for someone with neither cunning ambition nor true courage,” the County Princess of Chang’an replied, her mocking laughter tinged with an undercurrent of bitter disappointment.

Defeated by her taunt, Yan Junyu fell silent, peeling his tangerine with careless force as if it were his enemy.

The County Princess teased him for a while longer, but when he continued to ignore her, she lost interest. She spent ages peeling a large bunch of grapes, ate only a few, and then watched Mo Yan bustling in the courtyard, her expression suddenly wistful.

Outside the Mo residence, Da Ni’er—dressed in fresh clothes with her hair neatly done—watched the carts moving fruit back and forth, joy lighting up her face. She smoothed her dress, convinced it looked proper, then nervously stepped through the gate and walked inward.

Da Ni’er ached to see the man she liked. With each step, she imagined how she would, like Mo Yan, stand boldly before him and speak her heart.

She truly admired Mo Yan: brave, unhesitating, never timid. Da Ni’er hated her own fearful demeanor—how could she expect him to notice her when she froze at every turn?

Her mother, upon learning of her crush, had stopped sending matchmakers but often warned her against falling too deep—different status meant no future. Da Ni’er understood, yet couldn’t stop fantasizing. She hadn’t even confessed yet—how could anyone say it was impossible? Even a sliver of hope was worth keeping.

Her mother called her foolish; Da Ni’er thought so too. She’d tried not to think of him, tried to forget—yet every night before sleep, she replayed his smile, his voice, even the shape of his back. She couldn’t forget—perhaps she didn’t want to—and her dreams remained sweet.

But that sweetness shattered when she saw Yan Junyu sitting shoulder to shoulder with a stranger, speaking with the intimacy of old friends. It felt as if her heart had been cut by a blade, blood and pain everywhere.

Mo Yan finished giving instructions and turned to greet Yan Junyu and the County Princess—only to spot Da Ni’er standing forlornly at a corner. With her keen sight, Mo Yan immediately saw how ill Da Ni’er looked; the slender girl seemed about to collapse in the autumn breeze.

Seeing the intimate pair whispering, Mo Yan understood Da Ni’er’s heartbreak. Her heart ached for pity, and she almost stepped forward to explain that nothing was going on—then stopped herself.

Even if she explained, what then? Yan Junyu would never marry Da Ni’er. All of Da Ni’er’s fervent love was doomed to bear no fruit.

Better a quick pain than a long one. Rather than let Da Ni’er struggle hopelessly, Mo Yan resolved to let this break her heart once and for all—so she could truly move on and find her own happiness.

Steeling herself, Mo Yan p retended not to notice the heartbroken girl and walked toward Yan Junyu and the County Princess.

“County Princess, Young Master Yan, I heard His Majesty plans to marry you two. Would the Hejia County Princess have the honor of attending your wedding banquet?”

Before Yan Junyu could reply, the County Princess kicked him playfully and declared, “Soon, soon! This fellow can’t escape me. Just wait to attend our wedding feast!”

“Who wants to wed you, you tigress? Humph—I intend to live a few more years!” Yan Junyu retorted, coldly refusing.

He had no fondness for this madwoman who whipped him with a riding crop. Even if he must wed someone he didn’t love, he wished for a gentle, dignified wife—one who’d quietly fulfill her duties as Duchess, not start fights over everything.

“Hah! Imperial Uncle will marry us sooner or later. If you have the guts to refuse, I’ll respect you as a true man!” the County Princess shot back mercilessly. Her fierce manner belied her youthful beauty—yet she clearly had the capital to back it up.

Yan Junyu refused to be outdone. “Whether I’m a man has nothing to do with you, tigress. If you’re worried about not finding a husband and clinging to me, I can help. I’ll find you a suitable match.”

“But I want you specifically! If you find someone exactly like you, I’ll be gracious and stop pestering you. Otherwise, don’t even think about marrying anyone else,” the County Princess raised her chin, radiating authority.

Mo Yan almost bowed to witness such boldness. One teasing comment had sparked this grand spectacle. The County Princess’s every word and action were thrillingly brazen—far from modern expectations of demure nobility. But who could blame her? She had every right—and the courage—to match it.

In another life, she’d be the epitome of an admired beauty: countless suitors flocking to her, and many women both envying and revering her.

(End of Chapter 999)

 Chapter 998: It's Better to End the Pain Quickly (3)

As soon as Mo Yan heard her speak, she could tell this County Princess really didn’t care for pretense. Her goodwill toward her grew even more. “Though the high-yield rice was cultivated by me, it was His Majesty’s wise and decisive rule that allowed it to be promoted among the people. For me to be granted the title of County Princess is already more than I deserve.”

Seeing how earnestly she spoke, the County Princess of Chang’an paused, then laughed. “You really are easily content.”

Mo Yan smiled lightly and replied sincerely, “Contentment brings happiness.” When she first offered the high-yield rice, she had never expected any reward. Yet she had received not only a noble title but estates and treasures—what more could she ask for?

Yan Junyu, who had dismounted at some point, looked on at the two young women, already chatting like old friends. He seemed helpless, but deep down, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

This fierce tigress had somehow found out he’d been hiding at the Mo residence. And when she heard he’d be coming again, she insisted on tagging along, giving him no room to refuse. He had worried she’d cause trouble if she learned anything, and feared she might get into a fight with that girl at the drop of a hat. But now that they were chatting so amicably, it was clear he’d been overthinking it.

The two young women were oblivious to Yan Junyu’s inner turmoil, and their conversation only grew more animated. The County Princess clapped Mo Yan on the shoulder like an old friend and said bluntly, “Hurry and show me the fruits your family grows. I love grapes the most. You have some, right?”

“We do! Picked a bunch just today—they’re all fresh. Please, County Princess, come this way.” Seeing the sparkle in the girl’s eyes, Mo Yan’s smile deepened as she led the way.

The County Princess of Chang’an really did love grapes and followed without hesitation. When she saw the yard filled with a dazzling array of fruits, her eyes widened in amazement. She rushed over to the pile of grapes, grabbed a dark purple one, peeled it in a few quick motions, and popped it into her mouth.

“Wow, this grape is delicious!”

Juicy and sweet, the grape melted in her mouth almost instantly. She cried out in delight and peeled a few more in quick succession. Compared to the grapes she’d eaten last year, these were far more flavorful.

Seeing how much she was enjoying them, Mo Yan picked up a bunch and handed them to Yan Junyu with a smile. “You can see it for yourself—this year’s fruits look even better than last year’s, and the taste is superior too. The price shouldn’t be any lower than last year’s.”

Yan Junyu accepted the heavy bunch, plucked one grape and popped it into his mouth. He had to admit—they did taste better than last year. “Don’t worry. Once these reach the capital, people will be fighting over them. We’ll send the best batch to the palace, and whatever’s left in the orchard can be harvested and sold to the noble households tomorrow. The price won’t be lower than what we offer His Majesty.”

Mo Yan trusted that Yan Junyu would make good on his word. Thinking of the incoming profits, her smile deepened again. Seeing that smile, Yan Junyu’s expression dimmed a little, and even the sweetness of the grape in his mouth seemed to fade.

While Mo Yan was instructing the men he brought to start loading the fruit, the County Princess sidled up beside Yan Junyu, grape bunch in hand. She elbowed him and said, “You’ve got good taste. I can’t complain about losing.”

Yan Junyu’s heart skipped, and he gave her a sideways glance, replying lazily, “When have I ever had poor taste? Just that girl’s title alone—she earned it herself. You lost fair and square.”

“Heh.” The County Princess gave a soft snort, her large round eyes filled with mockery. “Didn’t think you were a coward too. You like her but won’t even admit it.”

Yan Junyu’s eye twitched. Annoyed, he snapped, “Even if I liked a sow, it’s none of your business, you tigress.”

Any other woman being called a tigress would’ve exploded in anger, but the County Princess didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Her expression didn’t change—clearly used to it—and she didn’t take the insult to heart at all. “Then go ahead and fall for a sow. But if that devil Xiao Ruiyuan finds out you’re lusting after his fiancée, I’m afraid even a sow would be too good for you.”

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 997: It's Better to End the Pain Quickly (2)

Mo Yan let out a quiet sigh. She wanted to tell Da Ni'er that the man wouldn’t be coming, to save her the wait. But seeing the hopeful look on the young woman’s face, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. So she told the truth instead: “He’ll probably come. He said earlier that he would.”

Da Ni'er's eyes lit up instantly, and a faint blush bloomed across her pale face. As she ran off, she called out, “Yan girl, I’m heading home to take in the laundry. I’ll be back later for dinner!”

Mo Yan knew perfectly well why Da Ni'er had rushed home, and her heart ached. She wanted nothing more than to tell Yan Junyu right now about Da Ni'er's feelings, to make him speak plainly and shatter the last shred of hope still lingering in her heart.

Not long after Da Ni'er left, Yan Junyu arrived at the Mo residence, bringing along more than twenty carts.

This time, he didn’t come in his usual flashy purple carriage. Instead, he rode a snow-white stallion, looking dashing and refined as ever.

But Mo Yan paid no mind to Yan Junyu’s cheerful greeting from atop his horse. Her eyes landed instead on the woman riding beside him on a black steed.

The woman appeared to be in her late teens, with a round, youthful face and large, expressive eyes. Her lips were small and rosy, her nose well-shaped with a slightly rounded tip—overall, she had a very pleasant and likable appearance. Even though it was their first meeting, and Mo Yan knew nothing about her, she found herself instinctively liking the woman.

She wasn’t tall, but her tightly fitted riding attire gave her a taller, more defined silhouette. The outfit emphasized her curves, making her sweet features appear slightly more assertive. One look was enough to tell that this young woman had a bold personality—far from as harmless as her looks might suggest.

Before Mo Yan could go over and greet them, the woman had already dismounted in one swift, practiced motion, her manner confident and spirited—instantly leaving a good impression.

The young woman gave Mo Yan an assessing look. Whatever thought passed through her mind softened her gaze. Then, she frankly introduced herself, “You must be the Hejia County Princess, personally granted the title by the Emperor. Well, I’m also appointed by the Emperor—my title’s the County Princess of Chang’an. My name’s Chu Yue. We’re of equal rank, so there’s no need for formal courtesies between us.”

County Princess of Chang’an?

Mo Yan’s gaze sharpened. She had learned from Xiao Ruiyuan the real reason Yan Junyu had fled here. If Qing’er hadn’t overheard something, she never would’ve guessed that this sweet-faced girl was the very County Princess who had been pressuring Yan Junyu into marriage.

Still, this County Princess of Chang’an was quite the character. Mo Yan had been in the capital for years and never met anyone so unconcerned with etiquette. Chu Yue’s candid and cheerful nature was rare—especially for someone of royal blood. She didn’t act the least bit arrogant toward Mo Yan, who had risen from humble roots. That alone made her hard to dislike.

Since the County Princess had made her stance clear, Mo Yan didn’t bother with formalities either. She smiled naturally and said, “Since the County Princess insists, I shall respectfully comply.”

The County Princess beamed, clearly pleased, and her smile became even more sincere. “I knew you were a good one. No wonder Imperial Uncle and the Crown Prince are always singing your praises.”

Mo Yan didn’t buy for a second that the Emperor and the Crown Prince had so much free time to talk about her in front of this girl. But since the County Princess was a guest, and had said it with such friendliness, Mo Yan wasn’t about to argue. She simply replied humbly, “I’m grateful for His Majesty and His Highness’s kindness. I’m not worthy of such honor.”

The County Princess waved her hand and said seriously, “You developed high-yield rice and saved countless people from starvation. Just for that, being made a County Princess is hardly enough. If you were a man, you’d be ennobled already. There’s no need to be so modest.”

 Chapter 996: It's Better to End the Pain Quickly (1)

The Mo family was especially busy in August. Although the matters of the orchard, rice fields, dry fields, and construction sites didn’t require Mo Yan to handle them personally or watch over them constantly, there were still decisions that needed her input. When several things happened to overlap, she’d have her hands full in no time.

She had originally planned to visit their estate in the south of the city on the tenth, stay there for a couple of days, and unwind a bit. But in the end, she got so busy she couldn’t make time for it, leaving Xin’er—who had been looking forward to it—disappointed. Mo Yan could only shrug helplessly and promise that once things settled down, they’d definitely go take a look.

That day, Mo Yan sat in the courtyard with a brush and account book, tallying the newly harvested fruit. Seeing the bamboo baskets full of fruit piled up across more than half the courtyard, she couldn’t stop smiling.

Bright red apples, shiny purple grapes, greenish-yellow oranges… The air was thick with the sweet scent of fruit. Taking a deep breath seemed to clear the mind, and just standing there for a moment left her clothes and hair infused with the fruity fragrance—absolutely delightful.

“Yan girl, we must have picked over twenty thousand jin of fruit today,” said Aunt Tong with delight as she looked at the overflowing baskets. “And that’s with us deliberately thinning the fruit to avoid stressing the trees—we only left about fifty fruits on each tree. Next year, if we let them grow freely, the harvest might double or even triple.”

“Mhm, the yield this year really exceeded my expectations. It’s all thanks to your care, Aunt Tong. Without you, the fruit trees wouldn’t have grown so well, and the fruits wouldn’t be so big either.” Mo Yan genuinely thanked her, feeling once again that she hadn’t picked the wrong person for the job.

This year’s fruit was clearly better than last year’s—not only bigger in size, but better in taste too. While the spiritual spring water had its effects, it was Aunt Tong’s meticulous care that protected the trees from pests and disease. Without that, even the best water wouldn’t have helped.

“I was just doing what I should. If you thank me like this, Yan girl, I feel embarrassed.” Aunt Tong quickly waved her hands, not daring to take credit.

Still, even as she said so, the smile on her face never faded. Who wouldn’t want their hard work to be recognized?

As they spoke, a few more women and older children entered the courtyard carrying bamboo baskets. Seeing that it was getting late and there was still more fruit to harvest, Mo Yan tallied their baskets and paid them accordingly. She also gave each of them five fruits as a thank-you gift and told them to come back tomorrow.

Not long after, Da Ni'er came in as well, carrying a full basket of fruit. She was helping out purely out of goodwill, not for the money, and when Mo Yan found out, she couldn’t stop her.

With Mo Yan’s help, Da Ni'er set the basket down and rubbed her sore shoulders. “Yan girl, has all the fruit been weighed? There’s so much—can we really sell it all at once?”

“It’s been weighed—over twenty-three thousand jin!” Mo Yan pointed to the final tally in the ledger and smiled. “I was actually worried it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy those rich folks. Don’t worry, sister Da Ni'er, none of it will go to waste!”

Da Ni'er let out a long sigh of relief. “That’s good, that’s good. I was just worried that if we picked too much at once and couldn’t sell it, it’d go bad.”

“Mhm. Young Master Yan already found buyers. He’ll be coming by soon to take the fruit away.” Mo Yan picked up a big apple and handed it to Da Ni'er, who was drenched in sweat. “Have an apple and rehydrate a bit. Stay and have dinner with us later.”

Upon hearing that familiar title again, Da Ni'er was momentarily stunned before quickly regaining her composure. She silently took the apple from Mo Yan’s hand, hesitated for a moment, then gathered her courage to ask, “Yan girl… will Young Master Yan be coming in person?”

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 995: Legacy Awakening (4)

Mo Yan’s expression became serious as she said earnestly, “I, as your disciple, will follow Master’s instructions!”

Physician Du stroked his beard and nodded, his eyes filled with affection for his apprentice.

Just as Xue Tuanzi had predicted, Cui Ping’an did not awaken until late into the night. He was first discovered awake by Cui Qingrou, who stayed vigilantly at his bedside.

Soon, Old Madam Cui received the news. Ignoring the objections of her maidservants, she hurriedly dressed and rushed to Cui Ping’an’s courtyard.

Seeing her grandson leaning against the bed, still weak but able to speak normally with his daughter, Old Madam Cui’s eyes widened as she stepped into the room, hardly able to believe that her grandson had woken up.

“Grandmother!” Cui Ping’an gently called out upon noticing her, his youthful face filled with guilt.

“Xiao Qi!” Old Madam Cui staggered to the bedside; overcome with joy at seeing her grandson truly awake, she burst into tears.

Cui Ping’an reached out and tightly embraced her, saying, “Your grandson has been unfilial, making you worry so much.”

Old Madam Cui gently pushed him away, touching his somewhat pale face as she smiled through her tears, “It is grandmother’s fault. I should not have forced Xiao Qi; blame me, blame me…”

Cui Ping’an listened in confusion, not understanding why his grandmother would speak that way.

Old Madam Cui assumed that her grandson had not fully cleared his head upon waking and did not suspect anything unusual.

However, Cui Qingrou knew that her nephew’s memory was affected. Unsure whether it was good or bad, she said to Old Madam Cui, “Mother, it seems Xiao Qi does not remember many things. Should we have a physician come take a look?”

Old Madam Cui was startled and quickly asked Cui Ping’an, “Xiao Qi, is it true what your aunt said? Have you really forgotten many things?”

After shaking his head and thinking carefully, Cui Ping’an replied, “Grandmother, I remember everyone, but I do not remember how I fell into the coma. I feel as if I had a very long, yet very vivid dream…” Gradually, he could not help but recount everything that had occurred in the dream.

In the dream, the girl he loved could not bear that he would marry someone else; on the day of his wedding, she left home and, just after leaving the capital, was assaulted, then threw herself into the river. For selfish reasons, he had married a cousin he did not truly love, tarnishing her reputation and indirectly causing her tragic death; even his grandmother’s family was estranged, leaving her to die in sorrow. And he himself was imprisoned in a cellar, spending day after day in regret until the moment of his death…

After listening to Cui Ping’an’s account of the dream, Old Madam Cui’s face darkened; she clearly felt that it was more than a dream but a warning to them.

Cui Qingrou clutched her handkerchief, her pale face forcing a smile as she comforted both her mother and her nephew, “They say dreams are reversed. The misfortunes Xiao Qi dreamed about will never come to pass! Mother, Xiao Qi, please do not worry.”

Cui Ping’an opened his mouth as if to say he was not worried, but just as he was about to speak, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his head. A strange voice in his mind kept warning him: this wasn’t a dream—it was real. If he married his cousin, those tragedies would definitely occur, without fail!

“What’s wrong, Xiao Qi? What’s wrong?” Seeing her grandson (or nephew) suddenly clutch his head in pain, Old Madam Cui and Cui Qingrou turned pale with alarm.

Cui Ping’an was in such pain that he could not speak and could only shake his head repeatedly as he tried to comfort his tearful grandmother and aunt.

Before the Cui women could order a maid to fetch a physician, Cui Ping’an’s headache abruptly subsided as if it had never been there—a truly strange occurrence.

Still uneasy, Old Madam Cui sent for the household physician.

The physician arrived and carefully examined Cui Ping’an. Finding nothing wrong except that he was physically weak, he reported his findings honestly to Old Madam Cui.

Yet Old Madam Cui remained anxious. As she was about to send a maid with the name tag to summon a high-ranking physician, Cui Ping’an stopped her, “Grandmother, your grandson is alright for now. If you are still worried, let us wait until morning.”

Cui Qingrou also persuaded, “Xiao Qi had a headache earlier, probably because of long sleep. He is fine now; if we call the high-ranking physician and nothing is found, it won’t do him any good if the news spreads.”

Cui Ping’an was only a son born of the concubine in the Cui family and had no standing to request a high-ranking physician. Previously, it was Old Madam Cui’s excuse of poor health that allowed an official to call one in. Such matters were common; if not made public it was fine, but too many occurrences might eventually be noticed.

After a moment’s hesitation, Old Madam Cui relented and set aside the plan to call in the high-ranking physician. With loving concern, she said to Cui Ping’an, “Then let us wait until morning. If you feel unwell, you must tell your aunt—do not bear it in silence.”

“Mm, your grandson understands!” Cui Ping’an nodded with reddened eyes, filled with guilt. Not only had he lately burdened his grandmother with worry, but also in that long dream, he had seen his grandmother suffer blame and die without receiving forgiveness from her loved ones. He felt that the dream was too real and could not help but merge it into his reality.

Early the next morning, the birds that had been guarding Cui Ping’an’s window flew back to the Mo household to inform Mo Yan that Cui Ping’an had awakened. Overjoyed, Mo Yan saw that a new red mark had appeared on her Merit Pearl. She couldn’t help but grab Xue Tuanzi and give it a big, hearty kiss.

“Humph, stinky Yan Yan, you’re being a lecher—so naughty, so naughty!” Xue Tuanzi squeezed out two tears, complaining. It clearly enjoyed its master’s kiss but pretended to be a proper lady wronged by a pervert.

Mo Yan’s eye twitched, and she decisively turned the cheeky creature over and over, giving it a thorough thrashing a hundred times!

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 994: Legacy Awakening (3)

Throughout most of the realm, no pulse was ever misread—only her prescriptions still left much to be desired. Physician Du pointed out every shortcoming in her medicinal formulations, and she benefited greatly from his corrections.

That afternoon, the clinic had few patients. Physician Du, taking a moment to rest, looked at Mo Yan with satisfaction and said, “Your talent in medicine exceeds what I expected. In just one year, you’ve reached this level. It’s clear you study diligently, and that pleases me.”

Mo Yan felt a bit embarrassed and replied modestly, “It’s thanks to my master’s excellent teaching. Otherwise, I’d be lucky just to identify all the herbs.”

Her words were not mere flattery. Ever since Physician Du took her on as an apprentice, he had shared everything he knew. With the aid of the spatial time booster that gave her plenty of time to study medicine—and with Xue Tuanzi helping along the way—she had reached this level of proficiency in one year.

Pleased with her humility, Physician Du retrieved a thin book from his drawer and handed it to her, “It’s good that you can keep pride at bay. Once you master this book on human acupoints, I will pass on the ‘Du Family’s Nine Needles’ to you.”

Du Family’s Nine Needles?

Mo Yan was startled. Having studied under her master for so long, she well knew that her master’s true strength lay not just in his overall medical skills but in the acupuncture technique passed down for hundreds of years—the Du Family’s Nine Needles.

Although the Du Family’s Nine Needles do not reach the miraculous levels of reassembling dead flesh and bones, they can extend the life of someone on the brink. For example, if a person’s major artery were severed, without prompt bleeding control and treatment, death from blood loss would soon follow.

In this era, with medicine and equipment far less advanced than in the past, if a major artery were cut, ordinary methods—even the best wound remedies—could not stop the gushing blood, leaving one to watch helplessly until life ebbs away. But if someone skilled in the Du Family’s Nine Needles were present, using acupuncture to arrest the bleeding before treating the wound might save a life.

Aside from some itinerant physicians with inferior skills, nearly every physician at a clinic could manage acupuncture, though their abilities varied.

The Du Family’s Nine Needles had been gradually refined by several generations of her master’s ancestors. It might not be unbeatable in the world of acupuncture, but within the capital, no one could match it.

Mo Yan had, in private, compared the Du Family’s Nine Needles to a “ghost physician’s” acupuncture technique and thought the latter might be stronger—an opinion that had earned her a good bout of teasing from Xue Tuanzi.

That was when she realized her master was a true, secret sage of the medical world. In his early years, due to his extraordinary skills, he had suffered great misfortunes, leading to the collapse of his family. Ever since, he had withdrawn from the world and opened a modest clinic in the capital, treating common ailments. In decades, he had never once employed the Du Family’s Nine Needles, so the technique had gradually become a legend in the world of medicine.

Mo Yan knew that her master was preparing her as his true heir. Without hesitation, she accepted the medical book on acupoints and said solemnly, “Master, please rest assured. I will study diligently, and one day, I will bring the Du Family’s Nine Needles to glory.”

“Very good, very good!” Physician Du exclaimed, repeating “good” three times. His satisfaction with his only apprentice grew as he said, “I believe you can do it. However, let me remind you—as caring as a physician should be, the world is full of treacherous hearts. When you treat and save lives, you must also remain vigilant.”

He meant not to be like him—blinded by compassion and saving a backstabbing scoundrel only to end up struggling in hardship for the rest of your life.

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 993: Legacy Awakening (2)

Physician Du also couldn’t cure Cui Ping’an’s troubled heart; at best he prescribed a few gentle tonics with little side effects to keep his body from collapsing too quickly. Otherwise, the day Cui Ping’an truly woke up, his body would already be ruined.

Learning that Cui Ping’an, as usual, slept most of the time and only woke briefly without speaking, Mo Yan couldn’t say that she already had a cure. She could only offer a few consoling words while waiting for an opportunity for Xue Tuanzi to act.

Since Xue Tuanzi couldn’t leave its spatial realm, it had to work through its master, Mo Yan, to cast its spell on Cui Ping’an. Similar to the "Entering Dream" technique, this method relies on psychological suggestion during Cui Ping’an’s sleep; however, it washes away the painful memories he refused to face.

Afraid that without those painful memories as a warning Cui Ping’an might repeat the mistakes of his past life, Xue Tuanzi would also cast the dream spell to remind him of the severe consequences if he were to marry that cousin. As long as Cui Ping’an wavered even slightly, the dream would continually warn him: as long as he wasn’t foolish, he wouldn’t make the wrong decision and repeat the tragedy of his former life.

After Physician Du finished taking Cui Ping’an’s pulse and speaking with the Cui women, Mo Yan sat by his bedside. With her right hand resting on Cui Ping’an’s left wrist, she closed her eyes, pretending to read his pulse.

At the moment her hand touched Cui Ping’an’s wrist, Xue Tuanzi began to work its magic in the space, using Mo Yan’s hand as a conduit to slowly wash away those unbearable memories.

Since the spell was cast on only one person, it took much less time than the "Entering Dream" technique previously used on the entire Liuyang Village. By then, Physician Du hadn’t even finished explaining to Old Madam Cui before the spell was completed.

Mo Yan withdrew her hand and waited for a moment. Seeing that Cui Ping’an still hadn’t awakened, she anxiously asked Xue Tuanzi, “Why hasn’t he woken up yet? Did it fail?”

Xue Tuanzi rolled its eyes and retorted, “When you first entered this world and accepted your memories, weren’t you nearly fainting? This fellow’s memory is missing a part and he’s been ill for so long—if he wakes up tonight, it means his will is strong.”

Irritated by the disdain, Mo Yan gritted her teeth but didn’t bother to argue about Xue Tuanzi’s attitude.

Having done what needed to be done, Mo Yan didn’t wish to stay longer at the Cui residence. Once Physician Du finished his report, the two of them excused themselves from Old Madam Cui.

Seeing that Old Madam Cui, in just a few short days, seemed to have aged over ten years, Mo Yan couldn’t help but console her, “Old Madam, Cui Ping’an will get better soon. If he wakes up to see how much you worry, he’ll feel so guilty. You must take care of yourself.”

“Thank you for your kind words, County Princess,” Old Madam Cui replied with a weary smile, her face even more lined with age.

Once, Old Madam Cui might have waited for her grandson to wake up with hope; but after several days, that hope was growing dim. She had already prepared for the possibility that her grandson might never truly wake, planning his future life so that at least after her departure, he wouldn’t suffer too much.

Knowing that no amount of comforting words would lift Old Madam Cui’s spirits while Cui Ping’an remained unconscious, Mo Yan simply nodded and said no more.

After leaving the Cui residence, Mo Yan returned to Du’s Medical Hall with Physician Du.

Without resting, Physician Du sat at his desk attending to incoming patients. After finishing his own pulse readings, he silently let Mo Yan examine the patients again.

Mo Yan knew her master was testing her; she carefully took each pulse, confidently announcing her diagnostic results when sure, and cautiously consulted her master on difficult cases.

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 992: Legacy Awakening (1)

After discovering the root of Cui Ping’an’s troubles, Mo Yan found him just as difficult as ever. Cui Ping’an refused to speak with anyone outside, hiding away in his own world of remorse and ignoring everyone’s words.

Mo Yan wasn’t a psychologist and didn’t know how one might treat someone with such a mental block. Perhaps she could find a way to help him move on from his past life, but his current state couldn’t wait. Fortunately, with Xue Tuanzi around, things became easier.

“Keep wasting time like this and the fellow’s in real danger. Since you have a solution, go ahead and help him out—consider it some good karma for yourself,” Mo Yan said, patting Xue Tuanzi.

Xue Tuanzi, twisting its snail-like eyes in glee, replied boastfully, “I was ready to act long ago, but you insisted on teaching that kid a lesson! His future in this life is uncertain. Right now he’s facing his great trial—if he overcomes it, fine; if not, he’ll have to go see the King of Hell again.”

Mo Yan broke out in cold sweat and poked Xue Tuanzi’s belly, “It’s that serious? Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“Hmph, I knew you’d do whatever it takes to save him, so why rush? It’s not too late now!” Xue Tuanzi widened its eyes in feigned innocence. In truth, it just wanted Mo Yan to hurry up so it could get back at her for her occasional “mistreatment.”

Understanding each other perfectly, Mo Yan muttered, “You’re so petty,” and then playfully squeezed it into a neat, snow-white ball.

With a plan to treat Cui Ping’an in hand, Mo Yan’s mood brightened. Looking at Xue Tuanzi—something she could easily mold—she suddenly asked, “What’s your true form? Our space is almost at level eight now, and if our plans go smoothly, reaching level ten won’t be hard. Maybe in just a few years you can fully transform.”

Xue Tuanzi proudly puffed its belly and said, “We spirit artifacts don’t have a fixed shape. We can become whatever we like, but once transformed, it can’t be changed. For convenience when moving around, most of us take on a human form. I’ll transform into a human too.”

Transforming into human form means you can enjoy worldly delicacies, see all the sights, and even charm the ladies… There are so many benefits compared to being stuck as a cat or dog, which would be foolish.

This little thought caught Mo Yan’s attention, and she groaned, “Then you’d better transform into a girl!” She was really afraid that if it became a man, with its lecherous nature it’d end up causing chaos among women.

“No way—I must become a man!” Xue Tuanzi immediately refused. Seeing Mo Yan shoot it a fierce glare, it pleaded pitifully, “Yan Yan, you see, trapped in this tiny space for tens of thousands—or even over a hundred thousand years—I’ve dreamed of becoming human and walking the human world! But you know how many restrictions there are on women in this world; becoming a man is the only way to be truly free, dashingly so, and even to protect you. Don’t worry, even if I become a man, I won’t go wild.”

“That won’t do either. You shameless fellow—don’t think I don’t know that every time I bathe you’re peeking!” Though Mo Yan felt sorry for Xue Tuanzi being trapped, she didn’t trust its promises one bit. This creature already had a lecherous air about it; if it turned into a man, who knows how many women it would trouble.

Still, she knew it was hard to change its mind, so she left the matter for now. When that day comes, she will do her best to restrain it so it doesn’t cause mischief.

…

The next day, Mo Yan came once again to the Cui residence with her medicine box. This time, she deliberately brought along Physician Du and disguised herself before quietly entering through a side door, without attracting any attention.

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 991: Confrontation (4)

County Princess Fuyun had clearly come after Mo Yan. In front of her, Mo Yan quickly revealed everything and instantly lost interest. Not even bothering to comfort Old Madam Cui, she left in a grand procession with her maids and nursemaids, just as she had arrived.

Only after the group had gone far did Mo Yan finally breathe a long sigh of relief. She raised her hand to wipe her forehead, but finding no sweat there, she lowered it again.

Old Madam Cui, also relieved, looked at Mo Yan apologetically and said, “It was my poor judgment that nearly got you into trouble, County Princess.”

Mo Yan’s performance in front of the princess clearly showed that she knew something, so Old Madam Cui had nothing to hide and directly expressed her apologies.

Mo Yan shook her head and smiled, “No one could have expected Your Highness to show up suddenly. How could Madam be to blame?” In saying this, she indirectly admitted that she was aware of the matters between County Princess Fuyun and the Cui family.

These matters were hardly secret—just a little inquiry would reveal them. Thus, Old Madam Cui didn’t ask how Mo Yan found out, only expressing her relief: “Luckily, the County Princess was perceptive enough that Her Highness never suspected anything. Otherwise, it would have been my fault.”

Embarrassed by this, Mo Yan explained, “After leaving Young Master Cui behind, I was worried it might cause trouble, so I did some asking. If I offended in any way, Madam, please forgive me.”

Old Madam Cui understood completely and smiled, “These things were never hidden; there is nothing to be offended about. I must also thank the County Princess for taking in Xiao Qi.”

Being willing to risk offending County Princess Fuyun to keep Xiao Qi showed the kindness and integrity of this County Princess—a kindness Old Madam Cui would remember and repay when the opportunity arose.

After the interruption by County Princess Fuyun, Mo Yan no longer felt like staying at the Cui residence. Before leaving, she took Cui Ping’an’s pulse once again and saw that his high fever had completely subsided. Judging that he would wake by evening, she left two small bottles of spiritual spring water, gave the Cui women some instructions, and then departed in the Cui family’s carriage, with Cui Qingrou seeing her off.

Mo Yan had the coachman first take her to Du’s Medical Hall to speak with Physician Du, and only after confirming that even if County Princess Fuyun sent people to inquire there would be no slip-up did she feel at ease enough to return to Liuyang Village.

That evening, as Mo Yan had predicted, Cui Ping’an indeed woke up, though his spirits were low. He stared blankly at the canopy, barely uttering a word. By midnight, his fever flared again. Cui Qingrou gave him a small bottle of the spiritual spring water Mo Yan had left, and the fever gradually abated.

Over the next few days, Cui Ping’an no longer developed a fever but remained drowsy. Out of twelve hours in a day, he slept for eleven, suffering from recurring nightmares and murmuring in his sleep. Visible weight loss and increasing weakness made him liable to collapse at the slightest breeze.

Old Madam Cui and Cui Qingrou were frantic. Every time they asked what troubled him, he refused to speak—even when Old Madam Cui declared before him that she would not interfere with his marriage and that he should marry whoever he pleased, he still remained silent, seemingly trapped in the tragic memories of his past life with no escape.

Having tried every possible remedy, the Cui women could not break through Cui Ping’an’s inner barrier. In desperation, they sent someone to the Mo household to ask Mo Yan for help.

Mo Yan did not mind the inconvenience and made another trip to the Cui residence. However, when she arrived, Cui Ping’an was sound asleep. Forcing him awake, she found him like a soulless puppet—no matter how much she spoke, he offered not a single response.

Seeing him in such a half-alive state made Mo Yan both angry and deeply sympathetic. What kind of pain had he endured to turn a once lively and cheerful young man into someone who, even after rebirth, could not face his past calmly?

Originally, she had planned to wait until Cui Ping’an was fully awake so he could explain it himself and she might help him untie the knot in his heart. Now that he was awake yet unresponsive like a lifeless doll, Mo Yan had no choice but to turn to Xue Tuanzi, fearing that if she didn’t think of a solution soon, Cui Ping’an might wear himself out to death.

“Hmph, I told you before and you wouldn’t listen. Now you’re making me repeat myself—women are such a trouble!” Xue Tuanzi muttered as it drifted slowly over from nearby.

Mo Yan glared and rubbed its belly, “I told you to speak up—no more nonsense.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll speak!” Xue Tuanzi quickly recounted all the misfortunes Cui Ping’an had suffered in his previous life. At the end, it sighed and said, “...That boy was indeed pitiful. The girl he loved was killed, and his cousin had her life ruined by him, only to eventually die miserably at the hands of a scumbag. He couldn’t bear the thought of confining himself to a tiny, suffocating world—living every day with overwhelming loss and regret. Tsk tsk, it’s tragic enough, yet County Princess Fuyun still wouldn’t let him off. After Old Madam Cui died, she locked him away in a room devoid of sunlight—making him not only suffer hunger day after day but also endure the daily retelling of those tragic events by her servants. The fact that this situation hasn’t driven him mad shows just how strong he is inside...”

Mo Yan listened in silence for a long while, rendered speechless. Although she had suspected Cui Ping’an’s previous life was filled with misery, she never imagined that the once pure and cheerful young man would eventually perish in such loneliness, regret, and despair.

No wonder—no wonder that even after rebirth, he would choose to shut himself off rather than face it all again.

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 990: Confrontation (3)

County Princess Fuyun had not expected that on the matter Mo Yan had deliberately concealed, her words would seem so sincere that she couldn’t help but lend them some credence. “To be conferred the title of County Princess by your imperial elder brother—you truly are extraordinary! Not only did you produce high-yield rice to benefit the people, but you also practice medicine. If your master can confidently send you here, your medical skills must rival, if not equal, those of the imperial physicians at the Imperial Medical Office. Now tell me, what exactly is Ping’an’s condition?”

Though her words appeared to heap praise upon Mo Yan, they were nothing more than a trap. The physicians of the Imperial Medical Office had all been carefully selected through numerous trials, and even if they were not the very best in the land, they far surpassed the abilities of most civilian doctors. Should County Princess Fuyun’s words spread, Mo Yan would be in serious trouble.

Mo Yan maintained a calm expression and replied candidly, “Your Highness, you flatter me. I have been practicing medicine for less than a year and have only learned how to take pulses. I haven’t even progressed to prescribing medications independently. How could I possibly contend with the imperial physicians in skill?”

By openly admitting her inexperience, Mo Yan deftly deflected the princess’s calculated snare. She hadn’t anticipated that County Princess Fuyun’s mind was so narrow; just by coming to treat Cui Ping’an in the Cui residence—even without any personal enmity—she managed to set such an elaborate trap. Her heart went out even more to Cui Ping’an.

County Princess Fuyun had not expected Mo Yan to admit in front of Old Madam Cui and the other Cui family women that her skills were lacking. If she were indeed so unskilled yet still ventured out to treat patients, wouldn’t that risk making a hash of the treatment and incur the wrath of the Cui family? Then again, she recalled that this young woman was not only a County Princess but also destined to have an exceptionally promising husband. Such recklessness could very well embolden her.

As though perceiving Fuyun’s thoughts, Mo Yan gave a sly smile. She deliberately restrained herself, although a trace of arrogance still shone in her eyes. “Originally, my master intended for another physician to come, but Hejia was so curious about Young Master Cui’s condition that he took over the matter. I only ask that neither the princess nor Old Madam Cui hold my inexperience against me.”

Being young and only recently having begun her study of medicine, Mo Yan was already presumed by County Princess Fuyun to be lacking in skill. Now, with every word she uttered, she seemingly dispelled any pretense of deceit. Fuyun truly believed Mo Yan wouldn’t dare lie before her. In her mind, that simply confirmed her suspicions: someone so young without a proper upbringing—who rose suddenly from a lowly farmer’s daughter to a County Princess and secured an ideal husband—had naturally become haughty.

Convinced by these words, County Princess Fuyun finally relaxed and feigned sincerity as she said, “If your master is willing to relent, then he clearly trusts you. There is no need for you to belittle yourself.”

Playing along to the very end, Mo Yan feigned being astonished by the princess’s compliment, then forced a modest expression. “Your Highness is too kind. Compared to my master, I am far from reaching his level.”

This act not only deceived County Princess Fuyun but also aroused suspicion in Old Madam Cui. Only Cui Qingrou discreetly dabbed her face with a handkerchief, anxious that her barely concealed smile might be noticed by the princess.

Inside the spatial compartment, Xue Tuanzi rolled on the floor laughing. In Mo Yan’s consciousness, he remarked, “Yan Yan, I never imagined you had a flair for acting. In your past life, if you had entered that so-called entertainment circle, your acting could have earned you a little golden statue.”

For an instant, Mo Yan’s expression stiffened before she answered smugly, “Isn’t it because I was forced into this? But I didn’t expect my acting skills to be so superb—I even managed to fool myself, haha!”

“Hmph, you start showing off as soon as you get a little praise. If you can’t even handle this old woman, then both your lives have been a waste.”

Mo Yan felt a surge of irritation, itching to put Xue Tuanzi in her place immediately. However, in the presence of County Princess Fuyun, she had no choice but to control herself so as not to reveal any slip-ups.

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 989: Confrontation (2)

“So that’s how it is. Then it seems I rejoiced too soon. This child truly is pitiful.” County Princess Fuyun appeared to believe the explanation, but her eyes grew colder and sharper.

Old Madam Cui acted as if she didn’t notice and said gently, “If Xiao Qi knew that Your Highness was so concerned about him, even personally coming to visit, he would be very happy. This old woman thanks Your Highness on his behalf.”

After speaking, she gave a formal curtsey to County Princess Fuyun—so polite, it was clear she didn’t regard her as a daughter-in-law at all, nor as her grandson’s legitimate mother.

County Princess Fuyun’s expression didn’t change, but under her wide sleeves, her hands involuntarily tightened. In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to say that she was Cui Ping’an’s legitimate mother and had every reason to visit. The one lying on the bed was nothing more than a bastard!

With this thought in mind, County Princess Fuyun changed the topic and said bluntly, “I am unaware of Ping’an’s condition, but I heard that female physician hasn’t yet left the estate. It would be just right to have her come explain the situation to me.”

Old Madam Cui’s expression subtly shifted. Her irritation at County Princess Fuyun’s relentless pestering grew immensely.

Meanwhile, in a room elsewhere in the courtyard, Mo Yan also heard the servant’s loud announcement. Not wanting to meet County Princess Fuyun, she pretended not to hear and continued discussing Cui Ping’an’s condition with Xue Tuanzi inside the space.

Mo Yan hadn’t expected that County Princess Fuyun was there precisely for her, and would not let her avoid the encounter so easily. So when the County Princess’s maid found her and summoned her to diagnose Cui Ping’an in front of County Princess Fuyun, one thought immediately surged in her mind: This visitor has bad intentions.

When Mo Yan appeared before County Princess Fuyun and offered a greeting with her name, she indeed saw a flash of surprise and coldness in the princess’s eyes.

County Princess Fuyun lazily looked over the young woman before her, who had been granted the title of County Princess by her royal brother, and felt increasingly shocked.

When she first heard that a lowborn farm girl had been granted a noble title for her contributions to high-yield rice, she thought it was just dumb luck and didn’t give it much thought. Later, when the girl was bestowed in marriage to the most promising young man in Great Chu, she again chalked it up to luck. But now, seeing her in person, she realized how wrong she had been.

No matter how good one’s luck, if the person was a pile of rotten mud, even if momentarily propped up on a wall, they’d fall off eventually under the sun and wind, only to be trampled. But this girl had clear, upright features and carried herself with grace—nothing like a lowly peasant girl. Perhaps she truly had some capabilities.

At this moment, County Princess Fuyun still didn’t know that her Crown Prince nephew’s recovery was all thanks to Mo Yan. Otherwise, the troubles that followed wouldn’t have happened.

“If this princess remembers correctly, you have no relation to the Cui family. I wonder why the old madam would seek you out,” County Princess Fuyun asked, looking at Mo Yan with a meaningful expression.

The Cui family women, who had their backs to the County Princess, visibly tensed and looked toward Mo Yan in worry. They had never mentioned the past grievances between County Princess Fuyun and Cui Ping’an to her, deeply afraid she might let something slip. If the County Princess learned that Cui Ping’an had spent that entire month under the Mo family’s protection, she would surely turn her hatred toward them.

Just as Old Madam Cui was about to speak, Mo Yan interrupted, “Replying to Your Highness, Hejia’s master runs a medical clinic in the city. Hejia often assists him there. Previously, my master was invited to treat Young Master Cui. Today, the old madam originally intended to have him return for a follow-up consultation, but unfortunately, he was occupied. So he briefed Hejia on the previous diagnosis and sent Hejia to take another look.”

Mo Yan’s instincts told her she mustn’t let County Princess Fuyun know that Cui Ping’an had stayed at her house during his month away. So she came up with this story on the spot. Besides, Physician Du had indeed been invited by the Cui family before, which she’d learned during previous chats with the Cui women. If needed, she could coordinate with him later. She wasn’t worried about the County Princess checking up on it.

(End of Chapter)

 Chapter 988: Confrontation (1)

Cui Ping'an's body had always been weak. Even though he was rescued from the icy lake in time, he still fell gravely ill and almost died.

At the time, the Cui Matriarch flew into a rage. She presented her token and entered the palace to request an audience with the Empress Dowager, asking her to punish the person who had harmed her grandson.

That culprit had ties to the royal family, but the fact remained that she had targeted an innocent four-year-old child. Such a ruthless act could not be excused. Not only would the Cui family never let it go, but anyone with a shred of decency privately voiced sympathy for the Cui family.

Back when Princess Fuyun had inserted herself into the marriage between Lord Cui and his original wife, leading to the latter’s demotion to concubine despite no wrongdoing, and ultimately her death during childbirth—these events had once stirred public outrage and brought disgrace to the royal family.

Just as those scandals were fading from public memory, Lord Cui’s only son nearly lost his life again, and this time at the hands of another royal. Emperor Hui'an knew that the Cui family would never back down quietly. He didn't want this to reach the court and tarnish the royal reputation further, nor could he tolerate someone so destructive to the royal name. So not long after, he personally issued a decree to severely punish the culprit.

Princess Fuyun was also implicated and was sternly scolded by the Empress Dowager in the palace, finally appeasing the Cui family’s fury and bringing the matter to a close.

Once Cui Ping'an recovered, the Cui Matriarch sent him to their estate in Yuancheng, in the south. The weather there was mild and suitable for recuperation. More importantly, it kept him out of Princess Fuyun’s sight, denying her any excuse to torment him.

Had Cui Ping'an not reached the age of eighteen and come to the time for marriage discussions, the Cui Matriarch wouldn't have brought him back to the capital. But who could have expected that what should have been a good thing would turn into such a disaster?

Princess Fuyun wished for nothing more than for this illegitimate child to disappear forever. He had been ill for days, and she hadn’t even sent a message of concern. For her to suddenly come in person to visit was truly baffling.

Even though the Cui women felt as if they were facing a great enemy and worried that the princess was up to something again, they had no right to stop her from entering.

Soon, Princess Fuyun, surrounded by a grand entourage of maids and nursemaids, strode into Cui Ping’an’s bedchamber with regal presence.

“We greet Your Highness!” The Cui Matriarch and Cui Qingrou stepped forward and respectfully saluted the princess.

Although the Cui Matriarch was technically Princess Fuyun’s mother-in-law, the princess was a royal of high status, and by etiquette, even the matriarch had to bow to her daughter-in-law whom she did not favor.

“Rise.” Princess Fuyun waved off their salute with a cool demeanor, not even bothering to return a junior’s courtesy to the Cui Matriarch.

The matriarch had never received a courtesy in return from her over the years, so she expected nothing different now. Her expression unchanged, she stood up and stepped back with Cui Qingrou to the bedside, saying nothing more to the princess.

Princess Fuyun paid it no mind and walked gracefully to the bedside. Looking at Cui Ping’an, who lay unconscious and seemingly beyond hope, a trace of cold light flickered in her eyes. She then asked, “I heard Mother invited a female physician from outside and even allowed her to enter through the main gate. She must be highly skilled to earn such favor. Did she say when Ping’an might wake up?”

The Cui Matriarch’s heart tightened. So that was her real purpose—under the pretense of concern, Princess Fuyun had come to investigate the identity of the female physician.

“In my desperation, I simply sought help wherever I could and had that female physician brought in. Her skills are quite ordinary, and she didn’t say when Ping’an might wake.” The matriarch knew full well the princess’s vengeful nature and didn’t want to drag Mo Yan into this. So she gave a half-truth and added, “As for her entering through the main gate, that must have been the gatekeeper’s oversight. I will reprimand them later—those servants mustn’t be allowed to break the manor’s rules.”

(End of Chapter)