The Queen originally intended to kill Zi Yan to vent her anger, after all, this was the woman who had caused her son's paralysis, and she was culpable even if she were to die a thousand deaths. Even grinding her bones to ashes would not quell the hatred in her heart.

By a twist of fate, Yan Qi stopped the Queen's idea. Zi Yan often served her by his side, enduring his beatings and scoldings. This feeling of venting his anger on the culprit made his grief and gloom a little better.

Even though the servants had subjected him to beatings, scoldings, and humiliation before, none of them brought him the same joy as Zi Yan. Having just experienced this happiness, how could he be willing to let go now?

After hearing Yan Qi's words, the queen had no choice but to compromise, since she doted on her son and couldn't bear to refuse him.

And so, Zi Yan's life was saved, but she lived a life of immense suffering, which Wu You felt she deserved. In her previous life, Zi Yan had smoothly married into the Qi Prince's mansion, becoming a concubine, and had trampled He Lan Wu You underfoot, bullying her mercilessly.

Every time Helan Wuyou was beaten by Yan Qi, Zi Yan would stand by and make sarcastic remarks, even fanning the flames. She was favored for three years, gave birth to the eldest son of a concubine, and was practically an invisible princess who controlled the entire palace. After Yan Qi's death, she became the Dowager Princess of the Qi Prince's Palace and drove Helan Wuyou out.

Even in her previous life, when Helan Wuyou died, Ziyan still lived comfortably as his Dowager Consort without any retribution. Now that Wuyou has come, it is naturally Ziyan's retribution that has arrived.

Being beaten and verbally abused by a man who doted on her so much, forced to do the lowest of jobs, and ridiculed by others—it's time for Ziyan to experience that kind of suffering too.

The imperial physicians of the Great Yan Kingdom were all outstanding doctors selected from various regions. They were highly skilled, experienced, and each had their own strengths. The Queen was unwilling to accept that her son was now disabled. Holding onto a sliver of hope, the mother and son began to post imperial edicts everywhere, praying to find a folk healer to cure Yan Qi's paralysis.

No one discouraged the mother and son's behavior, and no one held much hope for them. Even the King of Great Yan did not interfere, letting things take their course. He was extremely disappointed in his youngest son. It was one thing for a prince of a kingdom to frequent brothels and act recklessly—he had no intention of having him inherit the throne anyway—but to contract such an unspeakable illness and make it known to everyone was a disgrace to Great Yan.

The imperial edicts were posted everywhere, carrying the mother and son's boundless hopes and longings. Only Wuyou knew that Yan Qi would never have a good life. How could anyone easily counteract the medicine he had personally administered and the poison he had personally concocted? If someone could, wouldn't all those lifetimes have been in vain?

Some people, however, coveted the large sum of money and high position promised by the Queen and came all the way to Dayan City for medical treatment. In the end, the enraged Yan Qi sent people to break their legs and throw them out. After this happened time and time again, no one dared to go to the King's mansion and risk getting into trouble.

Every now and then, Wuyou would visit Yan Qi, perfectly embodying the image of a virtuous wife, and even patiently tolerating Yan Qi's bad temper.

Seeing this, the Queen felt more appreciation and trust for her daughter-in-law, Wuyou. Even those who had previously mocked and insulted Wuyou were filled with sympathy and regret for her after meeting her in person and learning the whole story.

A princess from a perfectly good country married into the Great Yan Kingdom, only to be abandoned by her husband on their wedding night. When she saw him again three days later, he was already a cripple. She would likely have to live a life of widowhood, guarding the empty palace for her crippled husband. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her life miserable.

In a very short time, Wuyou became an object of sympathy for the upper-class nobles and even the lower-class commoners of the Great Yan Kingdom, and a spokesperson for misery.

Autumn is now in full swing, leaves are falling and flowers are fading, only the chrysanthemums in the garden add a touch of vibrancy to this late autumn season.

The charcoal radiated warmth, dispelling the chill of late autumn. A woman dressed in a light-colored dress sat upright at her desk, flipping through account books in her hands. Her eyes were lowered, her pink lips were slightly pursed, and her pale skin carried a hint of seriousness.

"Your Highness, someone outside requests an audience." At this moment, a maidservant whispered a few words into Xiaotang's ear and quietly approached Wuyou to speak softly.

"Oh? What brings you here?" Wuyou paused in her flipping through the pages, raised an eyebrow, and asked.

"He claims to be a divine physician from the Yong Kingdom, confident he can cure the prince's illness." Xiao Tang's expression turned strange at this point, not because the man was from the Yong Kingdom, but because so many divine physicians had their legs broken, been thrown out, or even lost their lives; how dare this man be so arrogant? Wasn't he afraid of being proven wrong by his boastful words?

"Oh? Since he has the guts, let him come!" Wuyou's lips curled slightly as she lifted her teacup, skimmed off the foam, took a sip, and spoke calmly and indifferently.

"Yes." Xiao Tang bowed and accepted the order, then gave a few instructions to the outside. She didn't take the matter to heart, thinking it was just another person with a broken leg who was trying to gain fame. She didn't expect to encounter such an unexpected person.

That afternoon, while Wuyou was having lunch, someone from Yanqi came to ask her to come over. As soon as she approached the door, Wuyou encountered an unexpected person. Although he had changed his clothes and made some disguises to appear more masculine, she recognized his face all too well. It was clearly his younger sister, Helan Wuxia.

"How did you end up here?" Wuyou frowned and looked Helan Wuxia up and down. He was wearing a blue robe and his hair was tied up high, making him look like a handsome young man.

A careful observer would notice that this is a woman in red makeup, but she is not binding her chest or covering her Adam's apple; this attire is extremely clumsy.

According to the timeline of her previous life, Helan Wuxia should have been deeply in love with Jin Minghe at this time, so why would she travel thousands of miles to the Great Yan Kingdom?

Helan Wuxia was also surprised to see Wuyou, obviously not expecting to meet Wuyou so soon. However, he quickly regained his composure, stepped forward, grabbed Wuyou's wrist, and prepared to pull him to a corner for a chat.

"How dare you! Release the Princess Consort immediately!" Xiao Tang subconsciously brushed away Helan Wuxia's hand. They had been here for almost half a year, and their personalities had developed. They were much more comfortable and at ease than when they were in the Yong Kingdom's palace.

They were once powerless to protect themselves and could only choose to submit to their fate. Now that they have finally gained control of their own destiny, they will naturally no longer allow themselves to be bullied.

"Little Sugar, what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me? How dare you speak to this princess like that?" Helan Wuxia was startled and glared at Little Sugar fiercely after she realized what was happening, her dissatisfaction growing stronger.

A mere lackey dares to yell at him; he truly doesn't know the rules.

"How dare you, a man, grab my wrist without permission? This is extremely rude! Do you know that this is a capital offense?" Wuyou stopped Xiaotang from speaking, then turned to Helan Wuxia. Her tone was calm, but carried a chilling undertone, instantly silencing Helan Wuxia.

"Go in!" With that, Wuyou stepped into the room. Helan Wuxia, realizing what had happened, followed after her with a look of annoyance in her eyes.