Sensing the smugness emanating from Murong Shu, Qiao Lian'er subtly curled the corners of her lips.
Murong Shu is still unaware of the seriousness of the problem.
Soon, Murong Shu sent over ten thousand taels of gold converted into silver notes.
Half of it came from her childhood savings, and the other half came from Madam Murong's dowry. When Madam Murong heard that her daughter had been poisoned and her hands were about to be destroyed, she was so frightened that she quickly took out her dowry.
Qiao Lian'er carefully put away the 100,000 taels of silver notes and handed the pill to Murong Shu.
Murong Shu drank it down with the tea.
"You cannot leave within half an hour, until I am fully recovered."
“Okay,” Qiao Lian’er readily agreed.
As time went by, I felt my hands becoming more and more dexterous, without that stiff feeling.
Murong Shu looked at the other person in surprise: "What is your identity? What do you do? Why do you know about this poison? And how do you have the antidote?"
"Miss Murong, there's no need to ask about that. You just need to take care of your hands."
"You didn't use this poison, did you?" Murong Shu had a bold guess, and hostility immediately rose in her eyes, her whole body becoming vigilant.
"You poisoned us, then sold us the antidote, isn't that how it is?"
Qiao Lian'er laughed: "Since that's the case, I can earn more from Wu Qingjin, so why should I come to Miss Murong instead of her?"
Murong Shu frowned; she couldn't figure this out either.
Perhaps she really was lucky; God was looking out for her and didn't want her to suffer her whole life, so He sent someone to help her.
Unlike Wu Qingjin, who had no choice but to accept her fate.
She was mediocre at painting and did feel somewhat inferior in front of Wu Qingjin.
Now it's proven that she has incredible luck, far surpassing Wu Qingjin's.
Thinking about the humiliation she suffered at the Wu family's hands, Murong Shu felt incredibly relieved, as if she had finally gotten her revenge.
When the time was right, her hands had indeed recovered completely.
"You can go now."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the woman opposite him flashed and disappeared from the spot.
Murong Shu froze, rubbing her eyes in disbelief. The person was really gone.
She turned to look at the maid beside her, who was also stunned and spoke tremblingly.
"Miss, it seems like the person has suddenly disappeared."
"This is a deity, it must be a deity, a deity has come to save me."
As Murong Shu spoke, she quickly knelt down and respectfully bowed three times to the spot where Qiao Lian'er was sitting.
"Thank you for your blessing, thank you for your blessing. I will offer you a memorial tablet and burn three sticks of incense every day. Please continue to protect me."
She stood up and burst into laughter.
“I’ve met a god. Wu Qingjin, you don’t have this blessing. I can still continue to paint and find a good family to marry into. You, on the other hand, will have to live your whole life with these crippled hands.”
Murong Shu instructed her maid, "Send the news that my hands have healed to Wu Qingjin. I want her to experience utter despair."
Qiao Lian'er stood silently to the side, nodded, and the show was about to begin.
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