My Beautiful Master Is Delicate and Charming (7)

There’s no denying that sneaking in through the backdoor was thrilling. The maidservant guiding Little Wei was cautious, leading her through hidden paths.

The extravagance of ancient times was truly something—lush trees, rare blossoms filling the air with fragrance, a vast lake where lotus blooms ran wild. Pavilions and towers on either side seemed to float in the sky, while the silver bridge reflected shimmering ripples below, creating a poetic scene.

In a place like this, even a single pebble could probably fetch a price.

“This servant greets the Princess Consort.” The maid hastily pulled Little Wei into a bow.

Su Qingyun recognized her at once as the divine physician’s disciple and froze for a moment before dismissing the maids.

As the female lead, she naturally had delicate beauty—her skin flawless, even her hands pristine like tender spring onions.

“Little Wei, did your master send you for something urgent?” Su Qingyun asked, though a pang of guilt crept into her heart. After all, she was the one who had wronged the physician.

“My master isn’t doing well. These days, even walking makes him stumble. I came to ask the Princess Consort—when will these eyes be returned?” Little Wei’s voice was icy, her expression unyielding.

This…

How could anyone demand something already given away?

Su Qingyun had never encountered someone so cold and unrelenting. Her delicate face paled.

“But… if I lose my sight…” Tears welled up in Su Qingyun’s eyes as she dropped to her knees, clutching Little Wei’s sleeve. “Little Wei, I beg you, I can’t give them back.”

The mere thought of returning her eyes to Mu Miao filled her with dread, as if she were trapped in an icy abyss. She loved Mo Yujun so much—they had grown up together, and now that Zhao Yiyi was finally gone, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. Even when she had been terrified while replacing her mother’s eyes, crying day and night, Mo Yujun’s presence had been her solace.

Now that she had finally reunited with the one she longed for, dreaming of growing old together, was she really destined to plunge into endless darkness?

The pain in her heart felt like a vise tightening around it.

The physician had given her those eyes, hadn’t he?

How could they be taken back now?

Her voice cracked, her vision blurred from crying. “Little Wei, I’m begging you—please. My only wish in this life is to grow old with the one I love. I need these celestial eyes… I really do.”

Su Qingyun wept pitifully, but Little Wei just wanted to kick her.

“Is this woman out of her mind?” Little Wei had had enough.

She was being made out to be some kind of villain, when those eyes rightfully belonged to Mu Miao. Was it so wrong for Mu Miao to reclaim what was hers?

Mu Miao owed her nothing.

“You’ll get used to it,” Si remarked, as if this were perfectly normal.

“Fine, let’s drop that for now. On my way here, I heard some news—good news? No, bad news. Want to hear it?” Little Wei peeled Su Qingyun’s grubby hands off her sleeve.

Ugh. The female lead had probably just been… intimate with the male lead before coming. Those hands were definitely unwashed. Disgusting.

Su Qingyun blinked, confused.

“The Prime Minister’s family is being executed at noon in the marketplace. Care to watch?”

Su Qingyun froze, head bowed, silent.

“Si, did this woman forget who gave birth to her?” Little Wei was starting to doubt her memory.

Fortunately, Su Qingyun snapped out of it quickly.

“Th-that’s impossible! The Emperor has always favored my father—second only to the throne, revered by all in court. How could this happen? You must have heard wrong. You must have!”

She kept shaking her head, muttering to herself.

Little Wei couldn’t stand this self-absorbed female lead any longer. Without hesitation, she punched Su Qingyun twice. The delicate woman couldn’t handle the blows and fainted instantly.

“You—”

“If I waited for her to finish talking, her father’s grave would already have grass growing on it.” Little Wei had figured it out—this woman’s brain held only Mo Yujun and herself. Nothing else.

And the best way to deal with people like that? Skip the talking. Just act.

“How are you going to get her out?” Si asked.

“This thing should work, right?” Little Wei flipped her hand, revealing a reward from a previous world.

The World Teleportation Key.

Waiting for the male and female leads to drag out their melodrama would take forever—that was just padding the story. She wasn’t about to encourage that. Speeding things up? Easy.

“It’ll work,” Si confirmed.

Best to save resources where possible. Sneaking into the palace wasn’t too hard, but dragging an unconscious female lead out? That was a death wish.

Little Wei hauled Su Qingyun like a dead pig into a dark alley.

Then, she shook her awake. Su Qingyun came to groggily, her vision swimming, nearly passing out again.

“P-please, Little Wei, don’t—my health is frail.” Su Qingyun was terrified. Then she glanced around at the unfamiliar streets and froze.

“Where… where have you taken me?”

“Put this on.” Little Wei tossed her a coarse peasant’s outfit—bought for a few coins—since Su Qingyun’s current attire would draw attention anywhere.

“I won’t!” Su Qingyun resisted.

So Little Wei picked up a brick from the ground.

Tearfully, Su Qingyun scurried into the alley to change.

Her tears fell like rain. If only she were stronger.

Once dressed, Little Wei covered her face with a cloth, leaving only her eyes and forehead exposed, then dragged her to the marketplace.

Su Qingyun had no idea why they were there—until she looked up.

Her father, mother, younger brother—the entire Prime Minister’s household, over a dozen people—kneeled on the execution platform in prison garb, their former glory long gone.

“Father?” Su Qingyun’s face turned paper-white. She had never imagined this.

Little Wei, seeing such a scene for the first time, glanced at Su Qingyun with a cold smirk.

“Aren’t you going to save them? You’re the Princess Consort—surely someone would listen to you. At least one person.”

Her gaze lifted to the highest platform, where Mo Yujun sat presiding.

Su Qingyun saw him too and stood rooted in place.

“H-how… why is His Highness here? Why didn’t he tell me?” Her tears fell uncontrollably again.

She loved him so much, loved him to the point of debasing herself—so why would he keep this from her?

Step by step, she backed away, shaking her head and sobbing. Just as she was about to flee, Little Wei yanked her back.

“Running your ass off?!” Little Wei rarely swore.

Honestly, this female lead’s thought process was baffling. Any normal person would try to save their family when faced with their impending execution.