"You've never even seen me. How do you know Mu Miao is prettier than me?" Si couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Aren't you just a string of data?" Little Wei's reply shut Si down completely.
That might be true, but it was still incredibly hurtful.
Si was heartbroken, on the verge of tears.
"I'm angry," Si declared.
"Don't cry. I'll buy you candy next time," Little Wei coaxed, sounding like a seasoned heartbreaker.
Si: (O_o)??
Is she trying to pacify a three-year-old?
"Then I want strawberry flavor."
Little Wei: …
Where the hell was she supposed to find strawberry-flavored candy in ancient times?
"Next time, for sure," Little Wei decided to dangle the promise like an empty carrot.
She raised her hand to turn off the screen in front of her just as her master emerged from the room, steps unsteady.
"How is it? Is Master better now?" Little Wei peeked inside but was immediately hit by the heavy scent of blood.
An eye-replacement surgery like this was already wildly unscientific for ancient times, but the original novel's author clearly didn’t care, so Little Wei had to ignore the plot holes.
Judging by the state of things, Su Qingyun probably wouldn’t recover for at least three days.
"With a month of rest and daily medicine, she’ll regain her sight."
Little Wei helped Mu Miao sit on a stone bench nearby. The Emperor was absent—only Su Zhe stepped inside for a brief look. Then, a crisp sound rang out.
Slap!
"You wretched little harlot! What poison have you fed the Emperor?" Consort De, now fallen from grace, abandoned all decorum, her curses vicious.
Since the Emperor had discarded her, she was no better than a cast-off wife.
Little Wei hurried in, stopping Consort De from striking again.
Though her eyes were bandaged with medicated silk, the fury in Su Qingyun’s expression was unmistakable.
"Stop hitting her, Consort De. If you knock her eyeballs loose, forget everything else—it’d just look horrifying."
Little Wei smiled sweetly as she guided Consort De to a golden nanmu chair.
Consort De instinctively glanced to the right.
"Who are you?"
She didn’t recognize this voice. Su Qingyun knelt weakly on the ground, hands braced against the floor, but inwardly, she was elated.
It hurt terribly, but soon she’d see the one she loved.
As for this so-called mother-in-law—once, Su Qingyun had feared her. Now, seeing her reduced to a discarded woman, she pitied her instead.
If she couldn’t spend her life with the one she loved, death would be preferable.
"Whoever I am, she’s still your daughter-in-law. How could you hit her?" Little Wei patted Consort De’s shoulder reassuringly.
Whether the main couple could be torn apart later depended entirely on Consort De.
Now was the time to fan the flames—no, wait, to bless this lovely family.
If she couldn’t forcibly separate this star-crossed pair, she might as well let them stay together.
"A lowly maid like you dares speak to me this way?" Consort De didn’t recognize the girl, but she knew every princess in the palace. This unfamiliar voice had to belong to some insignificant servant.
Su Zhe, watching the scene unfold, finally spoke up. "Consort De, your belongings have already been packed. Today, you and Princess Consort Su will leave together."
Leave together?
That phrasing didn’t sound promising. Consort De’s face darkened like charcoal.
But Su Zhe couldn’t care less—he served the Emperor, not her.
"Eunuch Su, perhaps I should escort them back?"
Little Wei was curious—what expression would the male lead wear upon seeing his mother and beloved in such a state?
But given ancient values of filial piety, Su Qingyun would likely end up the one suffering.
"Well…" Su Zhe instinctively looked to Mu Miao.
A faint smile played on Mu Miao’s lips as the cold breeze brushed her hair.
"If my apprentice wishes to go, then we’ll trouble Eunuch Su. Besides, if any issues arise, her medical skills will suffice."
Little Wei crouched to help Su Qingyun up, only to hear her whisper:
"I hate you."
Little Wei: …
"Oh? Should I book you a banquet at the execution grounds then?" Little Wei couldn’t fathom why the female lead resented her.
Those eyes belonged to her master. Su Qingyun would regain her sight eventually—how was this her fault?
She hadn’t even brought up how, in the original plot, Su Qingyun had freeloaded off Mu Miao—eating her food, drinking her tea, even wearing clothes paid for by Mu Miao.
What kind of entitlement was this?
Spoiled by the Prime Minister? Did she expect the world to revolve around her? Only the male lead could handle this delusional fool.
"You—!" Su Qingyun’s cheeks flushed with anger.
If not for Little Wei, would she have suffered so much?
Her eyes hurt, agonizingly so.
"Don’t push your luck. My master and I aren’t obligated to indulge you." Little Wei let go abruptly.
Su Qingyun staggered, nearly falling.
But now, Little Wei saw her clearly—a princess with a terminal case of Main Character Syndrome, spoiled rotten by the Prime Minister, taking parental love for granted, then groveling for a man’s affection.
Tch.
If not for the Prime Minister's Wife being pregnant again, in modern times, this ungrateful daughter would’ve starved her parents to death.
The thought sparked a mischievous idea.
"Oh, some good news—in a few months, you’ll have a little brother or sister."
An only child like her wouldn’t take this well.
Sure enough, Su Qingyun froze as if struck by lightning.
"W-What? That’s impossible!"
Her parents had sworn she’d be their only child—no horde of siblings like in other noble houses.
Before her marriage, at social gatherings, every other daughter envied her.
Everyone knew Su Qingyun was the Prime Minister’s sole jewel. This sudden twist was absurd.
"You’re lying! My father and mother would never give me a sibling!"
She’d seen how eldest daughters suffered—forced to yield to younger siblings, pretending generosity, handing over everything good.
Even after marriage, they’d slave away securing their siblings’ futures.
Horrifying. She couldn’t accept this.
All she wanted was sweet romance—why must she face such a nightmare?
"It’s not like you’re raising the kid. What’s it to you? Let’s go—Eunuch Su has the palanquin ready."
Little Wei expected mild distress, not this meltdown.
What’s her deal?
Having siblings was nice—look at An Wan and An Xiaowei, so close the original owner willingly sacrificed part of her soul for her sister.
But for someone like Su Qingyun… Tch. Predictable.
P.S. My little brother messed up my room yesterday, so I only wrote two chapters. Today, I’ll push for 5k words, beat him up tomorrow, and aim for three updates. U `U Thanks, everyone.
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