Chapter 4: Rebirth of the Useless (3)

This body, let alone spiritual power, even regulating ordinary internal breath was difficult.

Who would bother to poison an identityless idiot? Yi Weicen really wanted to know.

A heat rose in her throat, and black blood sprayed out, making Yi Weicen's body feel much lighter. The strength from her previous life had actually returned by as much as thirty percent; this was enough to prove that this body originally possessed a very strong foundation and talent, but had only become such a useless husk due to long-term torment by poison.

Hearing the commotion, Xiao Ling, fearing that she had died again, rushed in hurriedly. Seeing that mouthful of black blood, she trembled in fear. "Miss, what happened?"

"It's nothing, I'm just detoxifying!"

Xiao Ling suddenly began rummaging frantically behind the cabinet, pulling a small box out from a hidden compartment in the wall. "This was what Madam instructed before she passed away—that if Miss felt too unwell and was on the verge of death, only then could she eat it."

Inside the box, a small, pink, transparent stamen glowed with a halo. Its leaves were a tender pink, and its root was as transparent as crystal, yet felt warm and smooth to the touch.

Within the stamen sat a tiny, seven-colored fruit.

Without wondering what it was, feeling only that the object radiated spiritual power, Yi Weicen swallowed it without a second thought.

A faint force rose from her abdomen, and the substances in her blood boiled for a moment, soaking her clothes in black liquid.

Xiao Ling stared dumbfounded. "Miss, what is happening?"

"Deep-level detoxification!"

Good heavens, it actually seeped into the marrow to pull the poison out by its roots. What kind of incredible thing was this? How could a woman born of a songstress possess such a thing?

Yi Weicen did not notice at all that not only was her body free of poison, but it also emitted a faint, refreshing fragrance.

She quickly changed her clothes and commanded, "Take those out and burn them. You must not let anyone find out."

"Understood, Miss... Um, there is one thing I must tell you. The Master... the Master has decided to marry you off to the Third Prince to be his Princess Consort. I..." As she spoke, Xiao Ling began to cry.

The dragon has nine sons. Aside from the two lowest princes who were virtually unknown, the rest were all capable. Except for this Third Prince, whose real name was Dongfang Che; his mother had died early, her family background was mediocre rather than illustrious, and he happened to be a sickly invalid.

Throughout the imperial court, if it weren't for the fact that the Emperor favored him greatly, combined with the fact that he was personally quite clever and knew how to conduct himself, he would have been bullied to death long ago.

Yi Weicen had just been kicked out by Tong Xiang, only to be betrothed to Dongfang Che as a Princess Consort. She didn't know if this was an insult to her, or an insult to His Highness the Prince.

"Stop crying. My head still hurts a bit. The wound definitely hasn't been cleaned, has it? Go get me some water and medicinal wine."

"Miss..." Xiao Ling began to cry again. "Miss, I... I have failed you. Medicinal wine, I... I cannot get any."

Ah, right, she had forgotten. She was now Yi Weicen.

In the Prime Minister's manor, anyone could bully her. There were plenty of people who wanted her dead; how could they possibly get medicinal wine for her?

"Fine then. Just go and find me some fresh water and clean white cloth. I have my own ways for the medicinal wine."

"This... Yes." Xiao Ling felt that there seemed to be something different about Yi Weicen, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She obediently went out to fetch the water.

Yi Weicen stood up from the bed, rubbing her aching body. She walked to the mirror and slowly wiped her sleeve down her face. The mottled red birthmark actually peeled off from her face in one single piece.