The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1460: Chapter 1455: She Will Teach Zi Wei

He forced himself to calm down and finish reading what Su Miaoyan had written. Most of it recounted her humiliation and abuse in the village, which made his anger burn even hotter.

But on the last page, Su Miaoyan’s crooked lines painted a different scene.

“Daniu brother made me wild vegetable porridge, and the bad woman who hit me met a man. The man wore black clothes with purple sleeves. He said his surname was Hua and that he likes flowers…Hua, Hua, Hua.”

Xiao Yu furrowed his brows as he read these lines, “Hua…”

Xiao Yu’s residence was concealed, not as spacious as Qilin Garden, with just two courtyards. Mu Qianya took it upon herself to move to the smaller courtyard, tidy up a room, and prepare her toiletries. She heated water in the kitchen, readying for a bath.

She was not as delicate as most young misses from rich families; she could do anything and even knew a bit of martial arts.

However, no matter what she did, Feng Ling was always beside her, doting and spoiling her.

Now…

“Feng Ling, will you survive tomorrow?” Mu Qianya’s tears started to fall again.

She squatted in front of the stove, adding firewood bit by bit.

Suddenly, a figure lunged out, almost burying her in the fire!

“Miss, I’m sorry, I was too excited! I didn’t burn your hair, did I?”

Feng Ling, weeping with joy, quickly pulled Mu Qianya out, and they sat on the ground in an embrace.

The flames had stung Mu Qianya’s eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she saw double vision, unable to make out faces clearly. But Feng Ling’s light, agile voice kept echoing in her ears, “Miss, let me blow on it for you! Sorry! I really didn’t mean to! It’s so good to be with you!”

“Feng Ling!?”

Mu Qianya grabbed her excitedly.

“Ouch, Miss, you’re so strong; it hurts!”

Feng Ling had been crying with excitement, but now, being grasped by Mu Qianya, she truly cried out in pain!

“How could you… did that blockhead save you?”

Mu Qianya asked, as she was helped to her feet, the words slipping out accidentally.

Blockhead.

The nickname she had just given to Chuiying.

He was cold and hard, utterly emotionless, like a block of wood skilled in martial arts.

“The blockhead saved me!” Feng Ling happily followed her lead.

“Blockhead?”

The blockhead himself stood at the kitchen door, holding a knife, his presence as chilling as the coldest winter winds. Mu Qianya and Feng Ling clung to each other, shivering.

“We… we didn’t mean it! Please, brave man, don’t kill us!”

Having nearly died at Chuiying’s hands the first time, Feng Ling had always been profoundly frightened of him. Whenever the Miss dealt with him, it felt as if she was passing by Yama’s Palace.

Now… her legs were weak.

Yet Mu Qianya was filled with an indescribable joy as she walked up to Chuiying, lifting her lips slightly, “Thank you, for saving Feng Ling! I just now… didn’t mean it—you’re not a blockhead.”

He still had a bit of humanity!

Chuiying didn’t respond, turning to leave without accepting her apology or giving her any room for thought.

Mu Qianya watched his resolute figure leave, the emotions pounding in her heart growing more intense.

She had always felt that he treated her differently.

Finally, Feng Ling dared to follow, hugging Mu Qianya, “Miss, stop looking at him, okay? He’s not just a blockhead; he’s a killer, remember? You forgot that day in Qilin Garden, he fought another man fiercely, totally unafraid of death!”

If it hadn’t been for Mu Qianya giving him the lifesaving medicine, she doubted whether this blockhead would still be alive.

“No, I like looking at him,” said Mu Qianya with a light laugh. She had strayed far from the righteous path, and there was no longer any need to constrain herself.

Being a fugitive, why should she still hide her feelings?

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Yue Mansion.

Late into the night, Su Yingxue arrived. Seeing her, Zi Wei immediately knelt before her, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

He had been found out.

He had disobeyed her orders.

He had betrayed his master.

Su Yingxue didn’t instruct him to rise, unsure of how to express her emotions.

Her eyes reddened, and slowly, she squatted in front of Zi Wei, her voice a bit moist, “Zi Wei, you haven’t let me down; it’s me, your master, who wasn’t thorough enough.”

“No,” said Zi Wei, raising his eyes, which revealed a trace of bewilderment in his usually cold gaze.

Every day, he feared being found out, being sent away by her, but as she humbled herself before him, he felt even worse.

Without standing up, Su Yingxue squatted on the ground and spoke to him, “Zi Wei, originally, all I wanted was for you to find happiness and live a normal life. I forgot that, after so many years living as an assassin, you can’t adapt to a normal life so quickly. I failed to consider this enough—it’s my fault.”

Su Yingxue lowered her head slightly, sincerely apologizing to him.

Zi Wei had risked his life for her countless times—his loyalty, his sacrifices, no one else in this world could replace them.

Zi Wei said nothing, only lowered his gaze.

He hoped that Su Yingxue wouldn’t send him away.

Su Yingxue could guess his thoughts and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t send you away now.”

“Really?” Zi Wei’s eyes instantly brightened.

He could still stay by her side, protect her?

For him, this was undoubtedly a beacon of light that kept him from wandering in the dark.

“Mm, there is much trouble now, and I need your help. So you need to heal well, as I will have to trouble you for a little longer,” Su Yingxue patted his shoulder.

“It’s not trouble; it is as it should be.”

His life was saved by her; he ought to follow her for the rest of his life, even unto death.

“But after this period, I need to teach you some things. You should be mentally prepared. For the next few days while you heal, try to spend more time with Yue Lian and Yue Xin,” Su Yingxue said thoughtfully.

“Okay,” Zi Wei readily agreed.

Whatever she taught, it was all good.

Yue Lian was standing outside the door, permitted by both Zi Wei and Su Yingxue. She had always had complicated feelings towards Su Yingxue—respect mixed with jealousy, but she dared not let the jealousy go too far.

But in this moment, her heart was filled with gratitude towards Su Yingxue.

At least in front of Zi Wei, her husband was a lively, real husband.

Not like when she was with him in the Yue Mansion of Lingnan, so lifeless, living each day in disconsolation.

Su Yingxue told her that she would ask Zi Wei to help her, but she would also definitely teach Zi Wei how to be a normal person.

She would do everything she could to let Zi Wei understand what a home is, how to be a husband.

These things, no one but Su Yingxue could teach him.

But now, what was most important for Su Yingxue was to get Zi Wei to tell her who had injured him.

Zi Wei recalled the details with a serious demeanor, “I didn’t see his face; his martial arts were extremely refined. Even if I weren’t injured, I couldn’t have defeated him.”

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