Chapter 9: Revenge (2)

“Tch, does there need to be such a fuss? It’s just temporary disfigurement. Since they’re all ghosts anyway, what’s there to scream about?”

Yi Weicen felt that this punishment was actually quite lenient for them. If they dared to cause trouble for her again, it wouldn't just be letting Yi Xin'er and the others be "ghosts" for a few days; Yi Weicen would make them real ghosts.

No one in the infirmary dared to stop her. After sweeping through the infirmary, Yi Weicen returned to her room with an air of leisure.

In the distant Lingyuan Song Hall across from her, a man dressed in elegant light-green attire was enthusiastically savoring the scene that had just unfolded.

He seemed to radiate no aura at all, almost blending into the background entirely.

On his pale face, one could only see a pair of eyes shimmering with a faint light.

Even a sickly beauty could be so intoxicating.

“Prince, Yi Xin'er insulted you so much, you see...”

“Hmm? You say my future Princess Consort is very cute? I think so too.”

This nonsensical, non-sequitur dialogue immediately caused the guard beside him to shut his mouth.

He knew that once Dongfang Che fell into this state, it meant he had taken an interest in something.

The crowd had dispersed. Dongfang Che stared at the empty space in silence for the duration of an incense stick before finally standing up and saying something completely out of left field: “Another day, we shall have to thank Tong Huan.”

Thank him for what? Qi Yue was bewildered, but she didn't care to know.

In less than an hour, her exploits had spread through the Prime Minister's manor like a legend.

“Bitch, hand over the antidote!”

The door was suddenly pushed open. A woman and a man followed behind Tong Huan, blocking her doorway.

Even though Yi Weicen had her back to them, she could feel that overwhelming aura, as if it were trying to tear her to pieces.

Yi Weicen’s heart trembled—not because Tong Huan had come to scold her, but because of the residual resentment and sorrow for this man left within the heart of the deceased Yi Weicen.

Since childhood, Yi Weicen had liked this man who never held her in regard. But now, after the residual resentment and sorrow had passed, there was only silence in Yi Weicen's heart.

“You slut, I heard your face is healed. Turn around, let me see just how 'healed' you can get!”

When Yi Xin'er and the others ran to Yi Lishang's courtyard crying and complaining, Tong Huan and his close friend Lin Tianbei happened to be drinking tea in Yi Lishang's courtyard.

Having broken off the engagement with Yi Weicen, he felt he had to offer some apologies to the Prime Minister. After sending some tokens of apology and making his peace, he had gone to Yi Lishang's courtyard.

Unexpectedly, after sitting for only a short while, he saw three women covered in blisters running toward them.

After learning the truth of the matter, Tong Huan was first shocked, and then infuriated.

To dare touch Yi Lishang's biological sister was to touch him. Tong Huan could never forgive this shameless woman who bullied Yi Lishang.

“Second Young Master Tong is certainly aggressive. Don't you know that before entering someone's private chambers, you must obtain their permission?”

Yi Weicen slowly turned around. Her eyes slowly swept over, not looking directly at them, yet a cold light flashed within them—sharp and fierce, as if she intended to sweep away all the filth before her eyes.

The scar on her forehead did not destroy her beauty; instead, it gave Yi Weicen an inexplicable sense of strength and a touching, delicate beauty.

Tong Huan's heart trembled slightly, and he felt a strange, inexplicable urge to embrace Yi Weicen.