Shen Yuzhou's legs were too badly injured; ordinary herbs and treatments were completely useless.
To this end, Song Zhiyu traveled all over the mountain to collect herbs needed to treat his legs. Every morning without fail, he went to Songzhuyuan to perform acupuncture and massage on his legs, finally restoring some sensation to his legs.
Later, in order to completely cure his legs, he disregarded his own safety and tested poisons for the Ghost Doctor in exchange for a good medicine, allowing him to stand up again.
Unfortunately, the first thing the lame man did after getting up was not to thank the "crutch" that helped him walk, but to throw the crutch away and stomp on it a couple of times.
Because of Shen Jinshu's expression of envy, Shen Yuzhou ruthlessly broke both of her legs, claiming it was to atone for her sins.
"There's no future. I won't treat the young master's leg." Song Zhiyu snapped out of her thoughts, her gaze meeting Shen Yuzhou's again, her eyes icy cold.
She owed Shen Yuzhou nothing, and she would never bother to help him heal his leg again.
In this lifetime, Shen Yuzhou will never be able to stand up again.
After saying those words, Song Zhiyu turned and left. From beginning to end, Shen Yuzhou didn't utter a single word.
Clearly, he didn't take Song Zhiyu's words to heart, nor did he care about her thoughts.
Changde smiled and shook his head, his tone firm, "Although the second young lady is not as magnanimous as the eldest young lady, she cares about you, young master. I believe that in a couple of days, she will have to come back and apologize to you."
They could all see how much Song Zhiyu cared for Shen Yuzhou. Whether it was gathering herbs or massaging his legs, she did it all herself and didn't ask anyone else to help.
He didn't believe that Song Zhiyu would suddenly change her mind and stop treating their young master's leg.
This was at most a tactic of Song Zhiyu to feign indifference, but unfortunately, it didn't work on the young master.
Their young master only has Miss Jinshu as his sister. How can blood ties compare to their more than ten years of affection?
The one who cares more always loses first.
"Let's go, Shu'er must be waiting a long time." Shen Yuzhou suppressed the discomfort in his chest, looking at Song Zhiyu's receding figure with complicated eyes, remaining noncommittal about Changde's words.
*
Song Zhiyu was halfway there when he bumped right into Shen's mother.
"Zhiyu, I have something to tell you." Seeing Song Zhiyu about to leave, Mother Shen hurriedly called out to stop her.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyu stopped and looked at her with a calm expression. "I still need to treat the Princess. Madam Shen, please make this brief."
When Madam Shen met Song Zhiyu's cold eyes, the reproach that was on the tip of her tongue suddenly became hard to say. "No matter what, you and Shu'er are both my daughters. They are both my flesh and blood. I don't want you to become enemies."
Also, your brothers have a deep bond with Shu'er, so it's understandable that they might favor her a little. We finally found you, so how could we not love you?
"For so many years, Shu'er has been with us, fulfilling your responsibilities as a daughter for you. Even if you're not grateful to her, you shouldn't hurt her." At the end, Mother Shen's tone became somewhat reproachful.
Human hearts are always biased. Shu'er is kind and filial, so it's only right that they love her so much. If Song Zhiyu had any conscience at all, she wouldn't be so petty and resort to such underhanded tactics.
Shen Jinshu was someone she had watched grow up. She was kind and honest, and it was impossible for her to instruct her subordinates to frame Song Zhiyu. It must have been that girl Xiuyun who took matters into her own hands and stirred up trouble between the two sisters.
Song Zhiyu chuckled, staring intently at the mother in front of her who was determined to exonerate her adopted daughter and belittle her own biological daughter at every turn.
Thinking of Shen Jinshu's true background, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a meaningful smile.
If Shen's mother knew that the daughter she had doted on for over a decade was actually her husband's mistress's daughter, I wonder if she would still be able to speak so shamelessly then.
But now is not the time to reveal Shen Jinshu's true identity. She needs to find all the evidence and strike decisively, ensuring that Shen Jinshu will never be able to recover.
Moreover, her target wasn't just Shen Jinshu.
"Your so-called love is that when I fell into the water with Shen Jinshu, you blamed me without distinguishing right from wrong, locked me in the woodshed to keep quiet and didn't give me any chance to defend myself."
I don't need this kind of pampering." Song Zhiyu had no expectations of Shen's mother anymore, and she would no longer care about her feelings.
Seeing that Madam Shen's expression was somewhat unpleasant, as if her thoughts had been exposed, Song Zhiyu continued, "Madam Shen, you are too greedy. You want Shen Jinshu, your adopted daughter who can bring you honor, and you also want me, your biological daughter by blood. But how is that possible?"
My identity and Shen Jinshu's identity destined us to be unable to coexist peacefully. You chose this fake heiress who took everything from me, yet you expect me to be grateful to her? Where do you have the nerve?
"So that's what you thought of me?" Mother Shen clutched her chest, her face filled with disbelief.
Song Zhiyu raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Otherwise, what kind of fairness do you think you have? Are you deceiving others or yourself?"
The harmony you once saw was nothing but a facade created by me alone, a facade I fabricated to appease everyone. Deep down, you know the truth better than anyone else.
Having said that, Song Zhiyu had no intention of saying anything more to Mother Shen and walked straight out of the mansion.
Back in her previous life, when her mother tricked her into returning to the Marquis's mansion to obtain her heart's blood to cure Shen Jinshu's illness, their mother-daughter relationship was completely severed.
She has repaid the debt of gratitude for giving birth to her with her own flesh and blood.
"Madam!" Qiuyue, who was standing next to Madam Shen, suddenly exclaimed and helped her up. She quickly took out a small black porcelain bottle from her sleeve, poured out some pills, and fed them to Madam Shen.
After taking the medicine, Chen's mother recovered and murmured to herself, "Why can't she understand me?"
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