The warm energy withdrew from her body, and Little Wei knew it was Si who had controlled her to complete the surgery.
But still...
"Why did you blindfold me?" Little Wei couldn't understand at all.
"I was afraid you’d be scared to death if you saw it," Si replied reasonably.
"Mu Miao’s eyes will need three days to recover before they can see sunlight again. But it’s best not to go outside. Even though they’re celestial eyes, she hasn’t seen daylight in a long time. Staying indoors for the next month would be better."
"Also, there’s a prescription I left by the table. Brew it daily and use a hot towel to compress Mu Miao’s eyes for three to four hours before bed. It’ll help her."
Little Wei glanced at her master sleeping on the inner side of the bed. Compared to the pain on Su Qingyun’s face, her expression was serene, as if she’d just had a sweet dream.
Su Qingyun woke up in excruciating pain—worse than when she had lost her eyes. A crushing sense of panic loomed over her.
"I hate you! I hate you! Why did you take my eyes?"
Sensing someone nearby, she reached out to grab Little Wei, who quickly stepped back. Su Qingyun stumbled and fell onto the bluestone floor.
Pain.
This heart-wrenching agony wasn’t unfamiliar, though Su Qingyun had almost forgotten when she last felt it. Strangely, a twisted sense of pleasure surged within her.
She must be going mad.
Little Wei spun around and opened the door. Su Zhe’s gaze immediately landed on the Princess Consort of Qi sprawled on the ground.
"Alright, clean her up and send her to see the Prince of Qi."
Several palace maids hurried in and dragged Su Qingyun away as she struggled, the dried blood at her eyes looking horrifying.
Su Zhe showed no pity—after all, it was just returning what belonged to someone else.
Still, this princess consort was pitiable. Married to the Prince of Qi, but as the saying goes, the wretched have their own faults. Rumor had it that Little Wei had asked for the eyes, but the princess consort stubbornly refused to return them.
In the end, Su Qingyun was once a noblewoman, the daughter of a prime minister. If she had any grievances, her powerful family could have intervened. A few words to the Emperor, and who would dare mistreat her?
But she had willingly placed herself in a lowly position. No wonder others saw her as expendable.
"Little Wei, how is the Divine Physician Mu Miao?" Su Zhe peeked inside but didn’t dare look too long.
"Master will probably sleep well," Little Wei replied with a smile.
Only then did Su Zhe nod and leave in relief.
"Now for some drama," Si said once Su Zhe was gone.
"You’re truly wicked! How can you enjoy others’ misery?" Little Wei pretended to disapprove.
Si: "..."
"So what’s the drama? Spill it!"
Little Wei perked up with curiosity.
"Weren’t you just calling drama-watchers wicked? Now you’re eager to know?" Si was exasperated.
"Just tell me already!" Little Wei grew impatient.
Si: (￣ー￣)
Under Little Wei’s relentless pestering, Si finally recounted everything happening elsewhere in perfect detail.
The Crown Prince had uncovered all of the Prime Minister’s misdeeds—with irrefutable evidence. Even the male lead couldn’t talk his way out of this.
Moreover, the Prime Minister, now in plain clothes, was in the grand hall, pleading his innocence.
If he were to see the female lead being forced to surrender her eyes by the male lead...
Tsk tsk. Seems the Prime Minister didn’t even know yet.
No way was Little Wei missing this. If she didn’t witness the drama firsthand, life would lose all meaning.
When Little Wei arrived at the hall, she saw the Prime Minister slap the male lead right at the entrance.
Slap!
The crisp sound echoed. The Emperor on the throne lowered his gaze, expressionless.
Meanwhile, the Crown Prince, clad in robes embroidered with four dragons, quickly restrained the distraught Prime Minister.
"Scoundrel!"
The Prime Minister pointed at Mo Yujun, his finger trembling violently.
At his age, being schemed against was bad enough, but his only daughter suffering such humiliation? Unbearable.
"Prime Minister, His Majesty will ensure justice is served," the Crown Prince said, turning slightly.
Tall and poised, he had an air of nobility, with sharp eyes that commanded respect—a true imperial demeanor. But his face...
Zhang Hanyun?!
Holy—!
For a moment, Little Wei nearly fainted. She never imagined the man who had relentlessly pursued her in the valley was actually the Crown Prince.
This was beyond absurd.
As he turned, Zhang Hanyun spotted the petite figure in apricot-yellow hiding outside the hall—even more mischievous and adorable than before.
Though different from the woman he remembered, he was certain:
This was Liu’er.
"Minister Su, We have wronged you. Naturally, Miss Su’s eyes must be returned to her from the Virtuous Consort."
Hearing this, Mo Yujun, still dazed from the slap, stared at the Emperor in shock.
"Father! The Virtuous Consort is—!"
She’s your lawful wife!
Mo Yujun couldn’t finish. Kneeling on the ground, he was a far cry from his once-dashing self. The Prime Minister, tears streaming, finally mustered the courage to speak.
"Your Majesty, I beg you—and Prince Qi—to grant my daughter a letter of divorce."
Su Qingyun clutched her father’s sleeve in panic.
"No! Father, please, no!"
She couldn’t leave the Prince. Despite everything, she believed he still loved her.
They had once been so deeply in love. Once her eyes healed, they could still have a happy life together.
"Father, I beg you..."
"Your Majesty, I don’t want to leave the Prince!" Su Qingyun’s eyes ached, but her heart bled worse. She hated him, yet he was etched into her soul.
Losing him would be like losing her life.
The crowd was stunned by the female lead’s bizarre devotion. Mo Yujun suddenly broke down, embracing Su Qingyun, whose eyes were still streaked with blood.
"Qingyun, I’m sorry... I’ll treat you well from now on..."
Emperor: ((-_-)-_-)-_-)
Prime Minister: (⊙_⊙)?
Others: (ーー;)
Their undying love made everyone else seem like villains. The Prime Minister couldn’t fathom how things had come to this.
The Emperor and Prime Minister exchanged bewildered glances, while Little Wei had never been more speechless in her life.
This catastrophic couple’s love was truly... heartwarming.
Tears, folks. Actual tears.
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ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
