Song Zhiyu squatted down, her slender fingers gently tracing the hideous scars on Su Ying's face, a faint smile playing on her lips. "The massacre of the Liangzhou family happened three years ago. Even if there were still survivors, how can you be sure that this person didn't fall into the hands of Prince Li?"
"With your own strength, you can't even protect yourself, so how can you avenge your father's death or the hundreds of souls lost in your Su family?"
These words, though hurtful, are not without merit.
Su Ying collapsed weakly to the ground, knowing full well that with her current strength, trying to overthrow Prince Li was like an ant trying to shake a tree—a pipe dream.
But she endured humiliation and hardship to live on, hoping that one day she could clear the Su family's name and take revenge on her enemies.
Seeing Su Ying looking utterly dejected and lifeless, Song Zhiyu slowly stood up and sighed inwardly.
After a while, a seductive voice sounded from above Su Ying's head, pulling her back to reality, "It's not impossible for you to take revenge. I can help you."
Upon hearing this, Su Ying suddenly looked up, her face full of disbelief, yet her tearful eyes also held a hint of surprise and helplessness.
Song Zhiyu had no time to pay attention to her shocked expression, and her voice remained calm, "I can give you the opportunity to get close to Prince Li. As for whether you can catch his eye and get close to him, that depends on your own abilities."
"Second Miss...why are you helping me?" After her initial surprise came confusion. She stared blankly at Song Zhiyu's fair and jade-like face, a strange emotion rising in her heart.
Since the Su family's property was ransacked and her parents died unjustly, she has never experienced being helped or trusted by others again.
Song Zhiyu was the first person willing to help her.
“Because we have a common enemy.” A hint of scarlet glint appeared at the corner of Song Zhiyu’s upturned eyes, both beautiful and alluring.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and Su Ying is the sharpest knife she has in her hand to deal with Prince Li.
Su Ying wants to clear her father's name and restore the Su family's reputation, while she wants to take away the prince's life and shatter Shen Jinshu's beautiful dream. They each get what they want, and Song Zhiyu is happy to help Su Ying.
"I've heard that when Prince Li was young, he had a cousin with whom he had a deep affection, and the two were deeply in love. It's just a pity that his cousin was of low status and not worthy of Prince Li."
Consort Cheng would not allow a woman of no status to hinder her son's future, so she ruthlessly sent the woman out of the capital, severing their relationship.
Unexpectedly, an accident occurred during the journey, and the woman tragically passed away, becoming the moon in the heart of the King.
In the years that followed, Prince Li secretly searched for women who resembled his cousin, keeping them hidden away in a secluded place, unknown to anyone.
When Song Zhiyu investigated these secrets of the Prince of Li from the secret chamber, the fog in his mind gradually dissipated, and everything seemed to have a traceable pattern.
"What do you mean?" Su Ying was momentarily stunned; she vaguely guessed what was going on.
Song Zhiyu bent down, lifted Su Ying's chin, and carefully examined the scars on her face. She smiled and said, "Your face is your best weapon."
“But the scar on my face…” Su Ying hesitated, both loving and hating the scar.
If it weren't for the scar on her face, she might not have been sold into the estate as a maid.
But now, it is this scar that is hindering her revenge plan.
"I will heal the wound on your face, but from now on, you belong to me." Song Zhiyu released her hand, giving Su Ying ample time to consider.
Su Ying agreed without hesitation, stating her position: "As long as revenge can be achieved, Su Ying's life belongs to Miss."
From the moment Song Zhiyu rescued her from Lvxiu's clutches, Su Ying secretly vowed to be loyal to her for life and never betray her.
"Okay, I'll remember what you said." Song Zhiyu chuckled and handed Su Ying a bottle of ointment.
If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them.
Song Zhiyu could save Su Ying and give her hope to live, and he could also make her suffer a fate worse than death and regret her betrayal.
"Apply this ointment to the wounds on your face three times a day. I will come back to treat you again in three days." Song Zhiyu explained the usage of the ointment to her in detail.
After examining Su Ying's wounds, Song Zhiyu gained a deeper understanding of her condition and had a treatment plan in mind.
Her face was injured by a sharp weapon, and due to improper treatment, the wound gradually festered, making the scars increasingly grotesque and increasing the difficulty of treatment. It will take a lot of effort to fully recover.
"I have already sent all the servants from the Marquis's residence to the outer courtyard, so your identity will not be exposed."
But you'd better not go out until your facial injury has healed. The treatment process can be painful, and hopefully you can handle it.
Before leaving, Song Zhiyu gave a few more instructions.
Su Ying nodded emphatically, full of gratitude, and took Song Zhiyu's words to heart.
The sooner her face is healed, the sooner she can seek justice for her father.
She was willing to pay any price to get revenge.
*
Fengyin Mountain.
Song Zhiyu's purpose in coming to the villa in the western suburbs was to collect herbs for making Ningxiang Pills, but he did not expect to have such a pleasant surprise as Su Ying.
Sure enough, Song Zhiyu discovered a large patch of wild herbs on the back mountain of the manor, including the herb needed to make Ningxiang Pills, and it seemed to be in considerable quantity.
Song Zhiyu's face lit up with joy as he gathered all the necessary herbs and filled his basket to the brim.
"Miss, are these herbs enough?" Lu Bai's basket was also full, almost overflowing.
Song Zhiyu nodded. "That's enough. Let's go back first."
The two had only taken a few steps when a rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes by the roadside.
Song Zhiyu's ears twitched slightly, her eyes sharpened, and she sensed something was wrong. She grabbed Lu Bai's wrist, stopping her from going any further.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Seeing Song Zhiyu's serious expression, Lu Bai's heart also tightened, and she subconsciously shielded Song Zhiyu behind her.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than two tall, burly men emerged from the overgrown corner. Their tone was frivolous, and their gazes upon the two men were so slick and disgusting.
"The little beauty is quite wary."
"Who are you?" Lu Bai spread her arms to block Song Zhiyu, her eyes wide open, her words full of defensiveness.
The tall man with a full beard laughed loudly, his face filled with arrogance when he spoke of Qingfeng Village. "I am the third leader of Qingfeng Village. Even the imperial court has to give Qingfeng Village some face. Little beauty, you should obediently come back with me and become my wife."
After saying that, he raised his leg and approached the two of them, making no attempt to hide the malice in his eyes.
Upon hearing the words "Qingfeng Village," Song Zhiyu's calm expression finally wavered, her eyes turned icy, and her body temperature plummeted.
What a small world!
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