Chapter 2: The Vicious Seventh Concubine Mother

  What the Seventh Concubine Mother didn’t know was that after all the abuse, the original host's body had already reached its limit and couldn’t withstand the potency of the drug. She was drugged to death on the spot.

  And now, the soul inside this body was that of a renowned pstic surgeon from the 21st century, celebrated both at home and abroad!

  Damn it, she hadn’t expected the original host’s background to be so pitiful. Just hearing about it made Wei Yuanwei want to curse out loud — let alone now that she had fused with the original soul. Everything that had happened was as if she had personally experienced it.

  At this moment, Wei Yuanwei wished she could grab a scalpel and stab to death every person who had ever humiliated or hurt her — especially the Seventh Concubine Mother. She would make her taste what it meant to have her bones drilled and heart pierced by pain!

  “My little sweetheart, don’t worry — I’ll be sure to take good care of you!” General Li slurred lecherously, his tone both drunken and vile.

  Just as he leaned in to kiss Wei Yuanwei’s face—

  “Ah—!” General Li shrieked and clutched his ear, fresh blood oozing through his fingers!

  Wei Yuanwei’s eyes bzed with red fury. “Touch me again and I’ll make sure you die childless!”

  “You little bastard! You dare bite this general and even curse me to be childless?” General Li exploded with rage. He spped Wei Yuanwei hard across the face. Her right cheek burned painfully, but before she could recover, he leaned in again, trying to kiss her.

  BANG!

  A loud crash echoed through the room as something heavy smashed through the rooftop. A figure in bck dropped down from above.

  “Who’s there?!” Half-sober now, General Li turned sharply.

  The bck-cd man swiftly rose from the floor, drew a soft bde, and thrust it straight into General Li’s chest. The general, drunk and aged, had no time to react. The strike was swift and fatal.

  He was killed on the spot.

  Wei Yuanwei let out an instinctive scream, but before the assassin could turn the bde on her, another man descended from the sky — dressed in pale blue robes and wearing a silver mask. He blocked the blow, and the two men immediately cshed in fierce combat.

  After only a few exchanges, the man in bck faltered. A powerful palm strike from the man in blue hit him squarely, knocking him to the floor with a muffled grunt.

  “Speak! Who sent you?” the masked man growled, gripping the bck-cd man’s throat. His voice carried the chill of death, and the aura radiating from him was enough to strike fear into the heart.

  The bck-cd man crushed a poison pill hidden in his mouth. Bck blood dribbled from his lips. The masked man tried to stop him, but he was one step too te — the man in his grasp had already stopped breathing.

  A flicker of cold fury passed through the man’s dark eyes. His gaze drifted over to Wei Yuanwei — her clothes disheveled, limbs still bound. His expression froze slightly, and for a moment, his eyes held a rush of complex emotions — as though he recognized her.

  Before Wei Yuanwei could figure out what to say—

  The man flicked his bde, cutting her bindings. A pale blue robe was draped over her nearly bare body.

  “Wait…” Wei Yuanwei called out as the man turned to leave. Her gaze nded on the ten-centimeter-long wound on his shoulder.

  The wound was clearly an old one, and due to the intense fighting, blood had begun to seep through the bandages again.

  “I can treat your wound,” Wei Yuanwei said calmly. She was, after all, a pstic surgeon—stitching up a wound like this was child’s py to her.

  The man in the silver mask paused in his tracks. His gaze lingered on Wei Yuanwei’s figure for a moment, as if hesitating.

  Then he walked over to the bed. “How will you treat it?”

  Wei Yuanwei wrapped the oversized robe tightly around her and revealed two fair but scar-riddled hands.

  Kneeling on the bed, she took a pair of scissors and carefully cut away the fabric covering his wound. She unwrapped the many yers of gauze, and just as she suspected—

  A ten-centimeter-long wound y there, deep enough to expose bone. The flesh on both sides was torn and infmed. The wound was at least a centimeter wide. Such a severe injury had only been sprinkled with some powder and hastily wrapped—no wonder it hadn’t healed. It was a breeding ground for infection.

  Wei Yuanwei searched the room and finally found an embroidery needle. She heated it over the fire for basic disinfection, then pulled a few strands of her own hair and threaded them through the needle, beginning to suture the wound.

  It took her a full half-hour to complete the stitching. Her forehead was slick with sweat. When she finally cut the threads, she let out a long sigh of relief.

  Her eyes inadvertently nded on a rge burn scar on the man's bronze-toned back.

  The scar spanned from the nape of his neck down his back. Her professional instincts kicked in. It looked like a bst injury—something caused by an explosion. Almost unconsciously, she reached inside his robe to examine it more thoroughly.

  But the man, who had been facing away from her the whole time, suddenly turned and looked at her.

  Realizing what she was doing, Wei Yuanwei immediately withdrew her hand. “Don’t let water touch the wound. The stitches can come out in a month. Also, avoid spicy or irritating foods.”

  She rattled off the instructions in a professional tone.

  When she looked up again, she found the masked man still staring at her. His bck eyes were like a bottomless vortex, pulling her in.

  Wei Yuanwei didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt the urge to remove the silver mask from his face.

  But just as her hand reached for it, it was caught in his grip.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Wei Yuanwei quickly apologized.

  The man looked at the crisscrossing scars on the back of her hand. His brows furrowed slightly behind the mask. “What’s your name?”

  “Wei Yuanwei,” she replied.

  Wei Yuanwei… Good. He would remember it.

  —

  As dawn broke, the Seventh Concubine Mother hurried to the secluded courtyard of the Prime Minister’s residence, eager to see if General Li had “dealt with” that wild little wretch.

  But the moment she stepped into the room, Wei Yuanwei struck her and knocked her unconscious.

  You dare drug and sell me off? Wei Yuanwei sneered inwardly. Then I’ll let you taste your own medicine.

  She quickly stripped the Seventh Concubine Mother of her clothes and threw them onto General Li’s long-dead corpse, carefully staging the scene to look like a scandal.

  Within the hour, the entire Prime Minister’s residence was abuzz with the shocking news:

  The Seventh Concubine Mother had been caught in an illicit affair with General Li, who had then been assassinated by a mysterious killer during the act.

  The Prime Minister had just returned from morning court when he heard the news. He hadn’t even had time to fully process it when an imperial decree arrived right on its heels.

  “What? The Evil Prince’s fourth princess consort, whom he just married yesterday, was killed by an assassin? And now His Majesty has issued an edict ordering that a daughter of the Prime Minister’s household marry into the Evil Prince’s residence tomorrow?” Third Concubine Mother cried out in panic, her face full of shock.

  Within moments, all the unmarried young dies of suitable age in the household had rushed to the Prime Minister, weeping and pleading not to be chosen.