Chapter 42

She laughed maniacally, "You always say I'm selfish, but I've never seen anyone more selfish than you. What am I compared to you?"

When she went crazy, she even dared to call Mu Yugang by his name: "Stop saying you're doing this for my own good or that you're disappointed in me. You know best whether you're doing this for my own good or not. You know perfectly well what's going on in your heart."

"What are you all pretending for? You just want to force me to my death, so I'll do as you wish and hang myself at the gate of the Mu residence. But even if I die, I'll take a few people with me."

She looked at Mu Wanyi again, and said with a cold smile, "Now let me think carefully about who I should take with me before I leave?"

Mu Wanyi was clearly terrified and cried even louder. She even turned around and tried to run away, but Mu Zhaoshi held her tightly and looked up at Mu Yulu: "You're crazy, you're really crazy."

Mu Yugang finally regained some courage and angrily roared at Feng Wentang and the others, "Are you all just sitting here watching the show? Hurry up and take her down!"

Taking advantage of this moment, Feng Wentang stepped forward and said to Mu Yulu, "Calm down, put the knife down first, and I'll take you back."

Hiding behind several guards, Mu Yugang finally recovered and regained his arrogant demeanor. "Where else should we send her? Just tie her up and take her to the ancestral hall. Tomorrow I'll send her to the estate in the outskirts of the capital to properly cure her madness!"

Mu Yulu was seriously injured and had lost a lot of blood, so she was feeling dizzy. However, after hearing Mu Yugang's arrangements for her, she was still moved and her mind started to work quickly.

Being sent to the estate in the outskirts of the capital might not be a bad thing for her. It was far from the Mu residence, and neither Mu Wanyi nor the people in Aunt Wang's courtyard could reach there, so she might actually have more freedom of movement.

Losing these house deeds doesn't matter; as long as she can leave the Mu family mansion, she'll still have a chance to start over.

At worst, I can risk telling fortunes a few more times to earn back my first pot of gold. It's better than being trapped in the Mu mansion, with every word and action being monitored.

Thinking this, she breathed a sigh of relief. Realizing that this might actually be an opportunity, she stopped resisting and let go of the knife, throwing it to the ground.

Feng Wentang seized the opportunity to persuade Mu Yugang: "Let Miss go back to her room to rest first. She is seriously injured. If something happens to Miss in the manor, and Sanzhou Jinse comes looking for her, we will not be able to explain it to her."

He was forced by circumstances to bring up the Three States of Jinse.

After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, Mu Yugang felt that what he said made a lot of sense, so he stopped insisting and waved his hand to let Feng Wentang send Mu Yulu back quickly.

As she passed by Xinyun, Mu Yulu quietly scooped her up and gestured for her to come back with her.

Xin Yun quickly got up, lowered her head, and followed Mu Yulu and Feng Wentang out of the house.

The scene just now was too chaotic and quite frightening. It wasn't until Mu Yulu threw the knife to the ground with a clatter that the people in the hall came to their senses.

Mu Zhaoshi was anxious to comfort Mu Wanyi, fearing that the scene just now might leave some shadow on her young mind. Mu Yugang, on the other hand, was still somewhat shaken and sat back down in his chair, reaching out to grope on the empty table, wanting to drink some hot tea.

No one noticed that Xinyun had quietly followed Mu Yulu away. When they passed the tree in the courtyard where Mohe was hanging upside down, Feng Wentang casually drew his sword and cut the rope, putting Mohe down.

Mohe had already been beaten up by Mu Wanyi's servants and hung upside down from the tree by Mu Yugang for so long, so he was extremely weak and his face was even paler than Mu Yulu's.

Xin Yun and Mu Yulu quickly reached out to help her, and the three of them walked back to the courtyard, stumbling along the way.

Just now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Wentang couldn't show too much concern for Mu Yulu. Now that he was back in the courtyard, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief and frowned as he said to Mu Yulu, "You two change your clothes first and wipe the blood off your bodies. I'll go and fetch a doctor right away."

Mu Yulu nodded, thanked him, and asked Xinyun to help Mohe into the house first.

Feng Wentang gazed at her hesitantly, his eyes revealing a sense of reluctance. It was clear that he wanted to say something more, but hesitated to speak.

Mu Yulu didn't want to see him like this, so she said directly, "I know what you want to say. I didn't mention you earlier because I didn't want you to get involved in this matter."

Feng Wentang stepped forward: "But you said before that you considered me a friend. Shouldn't friends share responsibilities? What's this about being involved or not? Or is it that you never really considered me a friend at all?"

Mu Yulu shook her head: "I don't want you to get involved because I truly consider you one of my own. Besides, I can handle this myself. If I mention you, not only will you be implicated for no reason, but it will also make things even more complicated."

Feng Wentang remained silent.

Through this incident, he realized just how stubborn this seemingly delicate woman was. She was like the most beautiful flower in the garden, but she was not fragile at all; on the contrary, she was much more tenacious than he had imagined.

After a moment of silence, he softened his tone and told Mu Yulu to go inside and rest. He then turned and left to fetch a doctor for the three patients in the room.

He thought that everyone was exhausted after such a commotion at the Mu residence today, so he figured nothing else would happen and left without worry.

However, no sooner had he stepped out of the courtyard than a heart-wrenching scream came from Mu Yulu's room.

Xinyun was taking care of Mohe when she heard Mu Yulu's screams and rushed out of the door into Mu Yulu's room.

As soon as I rushed into the room, I saw Mu Yulu sitting limply in front of the dressing table, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Xin Yun quickly helped her to bed, but for a moment she was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Feng Wentang had only been gone a short while and probably wouldn't be back anytime soon. Mohe was also running a high fever and was unconscious. Since her mistress couldn't be left alone, she could only anxiously wait by Mu Yulu's bedside.

Mu Yulu's scream was so powerful that even the maids and servants passing by outside the courtyard heard her shrill scream and gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Soon, rumors spread that Mu Yulu returned to her room, picked up a mirror, looked at herself, and was so frightened by the sight of her forehead, which had been smashed open, that she fainted on the spot.

This is already considered a positive rumor. Some people say that she usually prides herself on her beauty, but now that she has been smashed and disfigured, she has suddenly lost her mind.

In short, there are all sorts of rumors, but the various speculations of others are naturally unreliable; only Mu Yulu herself knows what really happened.

She did faint from fright when she looked in the mirror, but not from her disfigured forehead.

Ultimately, her fear stemmed from Mu Qinhan.

When she looked in the mirror just now, although the blood covering her head and face looked somewhat horrifying, her mental fortitude, having already died once, prevented her from being frightened by the blood. What truly horrified her was that the scar on her forehead was exactly the same as the one Mu Qinhan had given her in her previous life when he smashed her with a cup.

Mu Yulu was so frightened by this coincidence that she fainted.

The reason Mu Qinhan hit her with the cup in her previous life was because she was staring at Liu Wenshuang's bulging belly while offering her tea and her hand trembled, accidentally spilling the tea on Liu Wenshuang.

This was originally a small matter, but she did not expect that Liu Wenshuang would be so frightened by that cup of tea that she would have a heart attack and eventually miscarry.

Mu Qinhan was naturally furious, wishing he could skin Mu Yulu alive. Mu Yulu only knew that Mu Qinhan was the Ice Prince that others talked about, but she did not know that he also had a side of a demon king. When she saw Mu Qinhan so furious, she was dumbfounded for a moment.

Therefore, when Mu Qinhan angrily threw the teacup on the table at her, she stood there dumbfounded without dodging.

Then his forehead was smashed open by a cup that came flying at him.

This was already a memory from her previous life. However, at this moment, Mu Yulu sat in front of the mirror, looking at the bloody wound on her forehead, and found that no matter which angle she looked at it from, the length and depth of the wound were exactly the same as the one in her previous life.

Her head began to throb violently, and her temples twitched as if something was drilling into her brain, trying to rip out her brain matter and strip away her soul.

Nightmarish memories from my previous life flooded back into my mind.

She couldn't help but have doubts again. Could it be that there was no such thing as rebirth at all, and that she had just had a long dream, and that her tragic fate was actually still continuing?

Otherwise, how can you explain the wound on her forehead that is exactly the same as in her previous life? She must have been confused by Mu Qinhan to have such unrealistic fantasies about being reborn.

She was still a concubine in the Mu Prince's mansion, and in reality, she had not found liberation at all.

Thinking of this, Mu Yulu covered her face and let out a hysterical scream, then fainted in front of the dressing table. This was the scene that Xin Yun saw when she rushed over.

What worried Xinyun was that Mu Yulu developed a high fever as soon as she lay down on the bed, and she was talking nonsense while having a fever.

She started calling Mu Qinhan's name again.

However, this time when she called Mu Qinhan's name, her voice was no longer as tender and lingering as before. Instead, it was filled with fear, as if she was afraid of him from the bottom of her heart.

Xinyun was completely baffled, so she could only soak a towel in cold water again and again and then apply it to her forehead to cool her down.

Fortunately, Feng Wentang returned with a doctor not long after.

After taking Mu Yulu's pulse, the doctor stroked his beard and said curiously, "Miss, your injuries are all external. A few days of proper treatment and bandaging will suffice. But..."

He didn't immediately give a conclusion, but carefully placed his hand on her wrist again and took her pulse once more.

His actions startled Xinyun and Feng Wentang, who asked at the same time, "Besides the external injuries, is there anything else wrong, Miss?"

The doctor hesitated for a long time before saying, "She has suffered from palpitations and fright, and her heart meridian is damaged. She is currently only hanging on by a thread. If this continues, I'm afraid she won't live much longer."