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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
