Chapter 121 Who Made Me Meet You?
Achan was somewhat surprised: "Face swap?"
Yu Dajia raised her hand to touch behind her ear, and then slowly removed her face.
Upon suddenly seeing a smooth yet strange face, Achan was genuinely startled. However, instead of backing away, she leaned closer and stared at it for a while.
She asked Yu Dajia, "Can I touch it?"
Everyone nodded.
Achan reached out and touched the white skin on Yu Dajia's face. It wasn't human skin; it was soft to the touch and slightly sticky.
She looked behind her ear again, and the skin had grown together with Yu Dajia's skin. Apart from the difference in color, there was not a single scar visible, which showed that the craftsmanship was excellent.
"The person who took your face and the person who put this skin on you are not the same person, are they?" Achan asked.
Yu Dajia laughed mockingly: "Young lady, you have a keen eye. After that person took my face, he lost his usefulness and was killed by that woman."
That woman never intended for me to live. First, she fed me medicine, then stabbed me in the heart, and finally threw me into a mass grave. But I was lucky; I survived and was later rescued, and ended up with this skin.
"Since you were rescued, why didn't you report it to the authorities at the time?"
"Because I lost my memory." Yu Dajia recalled the past with a complicated expression. "The person who saved me and the person who harmed me are uncle and nephew. Their family once had a powerful person with a special heritage."
When he went to the mass grave to find his nephew's body, he discovered I was still alive. Seeing my face, he assumed his nephew had killed me. Although he saved me, he secretly added drugs to my food, causing me to lose my memory.
"And then what?"
"Later, I believed him and thought I really was his daughter, just that I had an accident and injured my face. I lived with him for many years, and he was always... very good to me, just like he really was my father."
He also made me many lifelike face masks, so realistic they allowed me to live like a normal person. He even hired someone to teach me to sing ghost operas, giving me a way to make a living. I... I cared for him in his old age and saw him off in his final days.
Yu Dajia's gaze fell on the mask in his hand, and he gave a bleak laugh: "After he died, the drug was stopped, and my memory began to become confused. The troupe leader searched for a divine doctor, who cured me and allowed me to fully recover my memory."
After her memory returned, she recalled her original self and often felt that it was all a dream.
In her dream, she was still the Princess of Xin'an County. Relying on her father being a prince, she was arrogant and domineering in the capital, but she also knew who she could mess with and who she couldn't.
She and her mother were always arguing. Her mother wanted her to marry into her maternal grandmother's family, but she refused. So, in front of everyone, she tied up a scholar she liked and brought him home.
Her reputation was ruined, but she successfully broke free from her mother's control. Fortunately, she had good judgment; the man she chose agreed to the marriage and treated her very well.
They had a son shortly after their marriage, whom he named Xu Che. Then, she accompanied him to Jiaozhou to take up his post...
Then, the nightmare began.
After listening to her finish speaking, Achan said, "Although it's a bit late, you can still choose to appeal to the Mingjing Division. The royal county princess's face has been changed. They dare not neglect such a big case."
"Yes, if I can prove that I am Bai Yuan, the Princess of Xin'an County."
"What's the meaning?"
“I went to the Mingjing Division. Although they didn’t believe me, they still took my case and tested my bloodline.” Yu Dajia lowered her head and gave a bitter laugh. “After the test, they told me that I didn’t have any royal blood at all, so naturally I couldn’t be the Princess of Xin’an County.”
She can't even prove who she is, so how can anyone believe what she says later?
Achan frowned.
"I made a huge scene at the Mingjing Bureau and was eventually locked up. It was that divine doctor who finally found me. He found witnesses to prove that I was sick and that's why I went crazy and clashed with the Mingjing Bureau. He also paid my fine, and only then was I released."
“After so many years, the Mingjing Division couldn’t possibly have been bribed,” Achan said hesitantly. “You…aren’t Prince Ying’an’s biological son?”
Yu Dajia shook his head: "My bloodline was tested when I was born, so it's impossible for it to be wrong. Later, I asked the divine doctor who saved me, and he said that some medicines can indeed confuse a person's bloodline, but they are extremely harmful to the body. They can be used to erase a person's identity and evade the imperial court's wanted notice."
Achan understood. Tracing along bloodlines was not a rare tracking technique, so the appearance of this medicine was quite reasonable.
"He killed you, yet he didn't forget to feed you medicine. Who is that person to do things so meticulously?" She paused slightly, then asked, "Where is your husband? Where is he?"
Yu Dajia laughed, perhaps afraid that her current appearance would frighten Achan, she kept her head down while laughing: "Her name is Han Xiaotong. Her father used to be a minor official in the government office. He was the fiancée of the man who changed my face. She is a girl from an ordinary family with little knowledge and experience."
Yu Dajia's voice choked, and after a long pause, she looked at A Chan: "It's not her who's being considerate, it's my husband, Xu Zecheng."
really.
Achan was not surprised at all. She was able to kidnap the royal county princess, change her face, and not be discovered unless someone helped cover it up.
Although the Yu family hadn't mentioned Xu Zecheng before, how could the husband not know that his wife had changed? It would be most logical for him to have known the truth from the beginning.
"You came to the capital just to seek revenge on them?" Achan asked her.
"Yes, but I didn't initially intend to use this method."
She knew, of course, that murder was punishable by death, and she also knew that she couldn't possibly kill two people on her own. She considered using other methods to make them suffer the consequences they deserved.
She became increasingly famous in Jiaozhou. She took the initiative to befriend nobles from the capital and gradually attracted the attention of Prince Ying'an through them. After scheming for a long time, she finally got a chance to enter Prince Ying'an's mansion.
Yu continued, "I thought, even though the bloodline test failed, my parents should still be able to recognize me, right? Have they noticed anything wrong with the person who impersonated me? Han Xiaotong isn't a very smart person; surely she'll slip up eventually over the years?"
Achan didn't ask any further questions because she witnessed what happened next.
The Prince of Ying'an's family treated Princess Xin'an exceptionally well; even the Princess of Ying'an, with her notoriously temper, was willing to restrain herself for her sake. Their harmonious family life was the envy of many and praised by the world.
“Do you know that I get rashes when I eat shrimp? My parents, older brother, and Xu Zecheng all know that I do this.”
Achan sighed softly.
What saddened Yu the most was perhaps not the blows from the outside world. After all, she had lost her face, had her identity stolen, and had gritted her teeth to get to where she was today.
But when she finally got home, she could only watch helplessly as her family and the culprit became a family.
Were they truly oblivious? Or did they simply choose not to notice?
After all, the real Princess Xin'an was not a gentle, kind, filial, or obedient person.
She may not have been a good daughter or a lovable younger sister, so after she disappeared, a gentle and caring person took her place, and her family immediately accepted the other her and ignored all the abnormalities.
Yu Dajia leaned back in his chair, as if he had lost his support.
"They made me feel like all my perseverance over the years was a joke." Yu Dajia blinked her dry eyes and touched her face.
I heard that this skin is Lingyu's face skin. I don't know why, but after she put this skin on, she couldn't shed any tears.
Actually, this is good, at least it prevents people from seeing that she is very sad.
She tried everything to get justice for herself. But in the end, she was driven to despair by her own family.
"Right now, I have no evidence whatsoever to prove that I am Bai Yuan. I can't think of any other way but to kill her."
“But you have more than one enemy,” Achan said.
"Yes, but I have no choice. I can't just do nothing, can I?"
Even if it's not for my own revenge, what about Che'er?
She left the child in Beijing for Xu Zecheng's sake, but in the end, the child couldn't escape either.
"I told you, I can help you find a solution."
Yu Dajia looked at Achan, who was sitting to the side, staring at her.
Because she had no face, Achan couldn't see Yu Dajia's expression at this moment. She only heard her say, "Aren't you afraid that I'm lying to you? My words sound like a madman daydreaming."
If she said that, even her own parents wouldn't believe it.
Ah Chan rested her chin on her hand, making herself more comfortable: "There's no need to worry about that. I can tell whether someone is telling the truth or lying. Why don't we talk about Han Xiaotong's face, the face-swapping process, and the things they used in the face-swapping, do you know?"
Achan's words diverted Yu Dajia's attention, and she tried hard to think back to everything that happened that day.
"I heard the man who took my face tell Han Xiaotong that the skin that glued my face together was a family heirloom, the skin of a god. There were only two in the world. Not long ago, his father used one up, and now only this one is left, which is priceless."
Han Xiaotong cried to the man, saying that all she wanted was a pretty face, and couldn't he even grant her that simple request? The man was eventually persuaded.
"And then they cut off your face?"
"No, that man also said that if Han Xiaotong really liked my face, he could make a face exactly like mine, and then glue the skin back on, guaranteeing it would be exactly the same as the real one, and no one would be able to tell, and it would never fall off."
"Han Xiaotong refused?"
“Yes, she pressed the man to tell him if a real face would be better, and the man said yes. Then she said she only wanted my real face and wanted the man to cut my face off and put it on her face…” At this point, Yu Dajia’s voice became a little unsteady.
Achan interrupted her: "Do you know what kind of skin that is?"
“My father…” Yu Dajia paused for a moment before continuing, “He once said that his eldest brother had two fake faces that were passed down from their ancestors. If you used those faces, even a fake face would slowly grow into a real face.”
At that time, she had no memory of how she lost face. She only thought that if possible, she would also like to have a slicker-like face, so that she wouldn't always have to face her horrible face.
"Playing along..."
In Achan's memory, there were indeed Weishes. They were born with human faces and snake bodies, and were the earliest ancient gods recognized by the human race.
However, in the books of the Wu tribe, the Weishe is actually a type of ancient Wu tribe. This tribe all have human faces and snake tails. The Weishe is a bit special because they have two heads.
Later, the human race recorded in their books that eating the flesh of the Weishe would make one a hegemon, so the Weishe race became fewer and fewer, and at least Achan never saw one with her own eyes.
I don't know how those people discovered that a shrewish face has this effect?
However, the booklet says that the ancient witch clan has extremely strong vitality. Even if they are dismembered, the remaining body parts are still incorruptible, and it seems normal that the cut-off face skin has maintained its vitality from when it was alive.
Seeing Ah Chan deep in thought, Yu Dajia waited for a long time before hesitantly asking, "Do you... really have a way?"
Achan snapped out of her daze and replied, "It's not difficult. If that skin were on Weishe's face, I might not be able to do anything, but since it's on her face, I can make it fall off just as easily as they stuck on. Why don't you think about what kind of fate you hope they'll suffer?"
Her heart pounded harder and harder. This was a question we'd all thought about many times, and could answer without even trying.
"What if I want everyone to know that Han Xiaotong is an imposter of a county princess?"
She wanted everyone to know the truth, to know what they had done!
"Let everyone know..." Ah Chan pondered for a while, then her eyes suddenly lit up.
She asked Yu Dajia, "I remember, His Majesty's birthday is coming up soon, isn't it?"
Yu nodded: "It will be in another month."
"His Majesty is celebrating his birthday. Shouldn't members of the imperial family enter the palace to offer their congratulations?"
"Yes, His Majesty will hold a banquet in the palace to entertain officials and members of the royal family from all over the country, and to enjoy the festivities with all his ministers."
Achan's lips curled into a beautiful smile: "It's been many years since you celebrated His Majesty's birthday, hasn't it? It's time to give him a grand gift."
Yu Dajia seemed to realize what Achan wanted to do: "At His Majesty's birthday celebration?"
"Isn't it great? That day is an auspicious day, everything will be fine." Achan was a little tired from talking, so she stood up and stretched.
She twisted her waist, then turned to Yu Dajia and said, "I need to make some preparations to deal with her face. Come find me again in four or five days, okay?"
"good!"
The others echoed in unison, their voices seemingly carrying a strange power.
She held the fake face in her hands, pressed it back onto her own face, and suddenly asked, "Why did you help me?"
Even now, she still feels that this happened too easily, leaving her feeling lightheaded and adrift.
After thinking for a moment, Achan replied, "It's probably because... your ghost plays are very good. If I can't hear them anymore, I might be a little sad."
"It's just a ghost play. There are many great ghost play masters in Jiaozhou, no less than me."
“But I’ve never heard of their operas, I’ve only heard of yours,” Achan said matter-of-factly. “I like the operas you sing, so I’m willing to help you.”
Everyone was stunned. Was it really that simple?
Achan said, "Perhaps this is fate. Who told me to meet you?"
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