Chapter 345 Butterfly Mark? Luo'er Doesn't Believe in Love!

Li Qingluo was very surprised. Did Doctor Luo know Qin Ling?

Doctor Luo: "This Qin Ling is my junior brother from the same sect. Back then, due to some conflicts within the sect, he and his master were expelled..."

"No wonder, no wonder!"

“My master said that they stole many rare medical books, and some of the most unique skills in the world will probably be lost to them.”

"Among them is this mysterious art of disguise."

"He has learned it so well that even I cannot find a flaw."

Li Qingluo: "Li Yunchu said that my face cannot be restored without the Qinling-made face-restoring ointment."

Madam Pei: "Luo'er, who did you say? Li Yunchu? How come it's her?"

"Could it be that she's the reason you've become like this?"

Li Qingluo nodded: "Grandmother, Qin Ling is Li Yunchu's current husband, and also Princess Qinyu's man."

"The two of them colluded and took advantage of the Lotus Sect's chaos at the West Gate to arrest me, but it seems they were acting on someone else's orders."

Few people present dared to listen to these words.

Duan Rongshi: "The other person? Do you have any clues about who it is?"

Li Qinglu shook her head.

Doctor Du examined Li Qingluo's pulse and his expression was strange.

Duan Rongshi saw this but didn't ask on the spot. Instead, he gave Doctor Du a wink.

Doctor Luo said, "However, it is not difficult for me to restore Luo'er's voice to its original state."

"I'll go get the medicine now."

Doctor Luo left in a hurry. Seeing that Li Qingluo was in a bad mood, Madam Pei told everyone not to disturb her rest any longer.

Even though he was the one who was most reluctant to leave, he still took the lead and left first.

Even Duan Rongshi couldn't openly stay.

Apart from Cui'er and Granny Zheng, no one else was left in the courtyard.

After Li Qingluo sat down under the grape trellis as if she had lost her soul, Cui'er hesitated for a moment before whispering something to Granny Zheng.

Granny Zheng was taken aback and hurriedly left.

Granny Zheng caught up with Old Madam Pei's pace.

"Madam, it's the young lady—"

Granny Zheng whispered to Madam Pei, "When Cui'er was wiping the young lady's body, she noticed that there was a pink butterfly pattern under the young lady's shoulder."

Madam Pei was startled: "What do you mean? Is this Luo'er a fake?"

Granny Zheng stamped her foot: "Oh dear, that's not what I meant. Apart from her face and voice, everything else about the young lady is correct, including those little moles and birthmarks, there's no mistake."

“There’s something extra on her… Cui’er said it looks pretty strange.”

Madam Pei breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that it's Luo'er. Go ask Luo'er what happened and see if she knows."

Granny Zheng nodded repeatedly: "Yes."

Madam Pei then said, "Oh, right. From now on, you'll be Old Deng's head housekeeper in her courtyard."

"Old Deng is gone, and there's no one to take care of things inside and outside Zizaiju. You'll have to put in extra effort and get up to speed quickly. Don't make Luo'er worry."

Although Granny Zheng also wanted to become Li Qingluo's right-hand woman, she never wanted to do it this way.

I felt really uneasy.

"Yes, Madam."

After Zheng Mama left, Duan Rongshi, who had just gone far away, was still looking in this direction.

The old woman then reported another matter, which she didn't know was related to Li Qingluo, but it didn't seem simple.

Doctor Du was bending over when he said, "Your Highness, the young lady's pulse feels a bit strange."

"Internal movement and external stillness, internal heat and external cold, it's like something... but I still can't figure out what's going on."

Duan Rongshi frowned deeply: "You will stay here in the Xiuli General's Mansion for the next two days and cooperate with Physician Luo to take Miss Li's pulse once in the morning, noon and evening."

"Report any strange or unusual phenomena to me immediately."

Dr. Du: "Yes."

When Granny Zheng told Li Qingluo about the butterfly mark on her body, Li Qingluo was also very surprised.

"I know nothing about this. Let me see it."

She asked Cui'er to hold the bronze mirror over.

She had just taken off her clothes and glanced at them, not even having a chance to see them clearly, when someone outside called out, "Granny Zheng, Cui'er, the courtyard where Que'er is recuperating is calling you to go there right away."

Li Qingluo immediately told them to go first, and then sat on a stool to look into the bronze mirror.

When exactly did these butterflies appear?

Although it's a pink butterfly, its appearance is quite strange.

All I could see was a chubby head, no eyes, but a rather large mouth.

Li Qingluo reached out and touched it.

Suddenly, she felt it move slightly.

She immediately withdrew her hands.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be nothing more than my own illusion.

"I am coming in."

The door frame rattled twice. Li Qingluo quickly pulled up her clothes, went to the back, and opened the window.

"Your Highness, did you send them away?"

Now that she's here, he's not in a hurry to climb through the window.

The two stood by the window, and Duan Rongshi looked down at the young woman inside the room.

Seeing her swollen, red eyes, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, otherwise how would I see you?"

"I saw the old woman in your room sneak off to see your grandmother again, but what happened to you this time?"

Li Qinglu thought to herself: If I tell him about the butterfly mark on my shoulder, will he want to take another look at it himself?

She quickly replied, "Oh? How come I didn't know?"

"Your Highness, now that I have safely returned home, and you must be tired today, please go back and rest."

Duan Rongshi: Crossing the river and then dismantling the bridge?

Although it was indeed inconvenient to mention their affair to her grandmother at the moment, her eagerness to get rid of him immediately still caused the dignified Prince Su to lose face.

"you--"

He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to him.

"Stop crying, do you hear me?"

He couldn't utter any more harsh words, so he just said this before turning and leaving.

Li Qinglu watched his figure disappear, then touched her own face.

Can he really accept himself as he is now without any resentment?

Even if it's possible now, what about in the long run?

If she can't regain even a fraction of her former beauty, will he still be able to love this plain-looking Li Qingluo?

not to mention.

I would never become a concubine.

Even a concubine wouldn't agree.

She dared not even dream of becoming a princess.

Outer room?

Her grandmother would first strangle her with a noodle.

After she and her grandmother established their own household, although they were not implicated by Li Chaojing and subjected to the crime of having their family property confiscated and their clan exterminated, their current family status in Jinling City is probably even less respectable.

Let alone the royal family?

Although my grandmother was indeed a renowned and only female general.

But that was thirty years ago.

People still respectfully call her "Old General," a title bestowed upon her by her illustrious military achievements.

But this cannot erase the prejudice that the world, including Emperor Yan, held against her thirty years later when she left her clan and husband's family with her own granddaughter.

Although Li Qingluo did not care about fame or status.

He has no regrets about starting a new household with his grandmother.

However, societal norms and royal customs destined her and Duan Rongshi to have a tragic end.

It's better to never start than to become an unhappy couple in the future.

Moreover, how many loves in this world can last forever?

Nan Jia's parents disregarded reputation and etiquette to stay together for life, but the result was that Nan Jia suffered for several years during her childhood.

Or is it the resentment that my grandmother endured fire and water to marry into the Li family, only to never see my grandfather again?

The tragedy of love is the greatest in the world.

If he were to change in the future, she would rather it never have started.

"Duan Rongshi, perhaps you're just acting on a whim?"

She shook her head in confusion and then carefully closed the window again.

Li Qinglu had a nightmare all night.

In her dream, Granny Deng was covered in blood in the main hall of Chunyanlou Restaurant, crawling on the ground like a dog, being humiliated, kicked, and whipped by everyone.

They pointed at her and laughed.

He poured the wine over her head.

He spat on her face.

Where she crawled, there was a trail of blood on the ground...

The sparrow was also hung high up, its whole body dripping blood...

Suddenly, a fire broke out at Chunyanlou Restaurant.

Everyone ran away.

The grandmother and granddaughter stood in the fire, yet they were laughing.

"Girl, rather than suffer in agony, you might as well die... at least you'll be clean and pure."

"Young lady, this old servant will be leaving now. Don't be afraid, this old servant has left you a sparrow."

"Just remember to avenge her."

"This old servant is all old and frail, please don't worry about me... We'll meet again in the next life."

"In my next life, this old servant will still serve and follow you..."

Li Qinglu shouted, "No, Granny Deng!"

She struggled to wake up, drenched in sweat.

Cui'er came over with a lamp in hand. "Miss, did you have a nightmare?"

Li Qingluo's face was covered with both sweat and tears.

She covered her face with her hands.

He was trembling with pain all over his body.

"Cui'er, do you have any wine?"

"Never mind... never mind."

She loses consciousness when she drinks alcohol.

Sleeping for a whole day and night is not difficult.

Although this is a way to escape suffering, it is too cowardly, and how can I face my nanny?

She simply got up and quietly went to Que'er's room to take a look at Que'er.

The sparrow was sleeping soundly.

There were still unhealed wounds on his face.

She was still clutching a handkerchief in her hand, and Li Qingluo gently pulled it out to take a look.

It was a handkerchief that I and Granny Deng used to embroider together in the courtyard when we had some free time.

Among all the nannies, Granny Deng was the best at handling needles.

So she wanted to teach Li Qingluo.

She embroidered a flower in front of her.

Li Qing followed behind and embroidered a messy bunch of leaves.

She intended to throw it away, but Que'er grabbed it and happily stuffed it into her bosom, saying, "You don't want it, but I do."

"Now I have everything that Grandma and the girl have."

Thinking back to the past, Li Qingluo felt even more pain in her heart.

She quietly slipped out, then returned to Zizai Residence, picked up her sword, and began to wield it wildly in the courtyard.

By the time she was too exhausted to move any further, it was already dawn.

Just as Li Qingluo lay down on the ground, people from the Prince Su's mansion arrived.

Leng Dian: "Miss, His Highness requests your presence at Prince Su's residence. The Qin couple has been captured."

"Also, Doctor Luo and Doctor Du have already gone ahead."

Li Qing jumped up in one swift motion. "Let's go!"

After she dressed herself up as a man for convenience, she and Leng Dian left the General's Mansion and saw a huge crowd of people at the gate.

Leng Dian looked at Li Qingluo: "It seems to be one of your people."