Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Seeing how intelligent Su Yingxue was, Su Dingheng still had to say a few words to comfort her.
Su Haoâs eyes were cold, âIf Father really wants to protect sister, what difference does it make whether itâs in the palace or not?â
âThere is indeed a difference. Although Father is a minister, he is ultimately a servant of the imperial family. If he offends the emperor, Iâm afraid our entire Marquisâs Manor will be implicated!â Su Yurou defended Su Dingheng in a coquettish manner.
Su Dingheng looked at her gratifiedly, then turned back to face Su Hao and Su Yingxue. âRouâer is right. The two of you should understand and be considerate!â
Su Hao disdainfully refrained from saying more.
However, Su Yingxue smiled. âUnderstand, I will definitely understand. However, Miss Lin said that I was the one who created the red mark on my sisterâs face?â
Su Yurou was stunned for a moment. The red marks on her face were rouge, just to attract attention.
Now that the crowd had dispersed, how could she cover up her lie in front of Su Yingxue?
After much thought, she had to reluctantly admit, âSister, itâs all my fault. If you must lay hands on me to vent your anger, I will not complain.â
âThatâs what you said.â Su Yingxue blinked.
Su Yurou thought that she was being sarcastic.
Unexpectedly, Su Yingxue raised her hand and slapped her.
âSmack!â
A crisp and loud sound.
Su Yurou was stunned. âSis⦠Sister?â
âWhatâs wrong, not painful enough? Want me to relieve my anger more? Good!â
Su Yingxue backhandedly delivered another slap, causing the side of her face that wasnât painted with rouge to swell up.
At this moment, Su Yurouâs face was symmetrically red.
Ignoring the astonishment of both her and Su Dingheng, Su Yingxue directly left with Su Hao and Lin Sisi.
Su Yurouâs face burned with pain. She then remembered to cry, âI⦠Sob sob! It hurts!â
âYou, donât frame your sister in public again!â Su Dingheng reprimanded her and left with his hands behind his back.
Although his heart ached for Su Yurou and he hated Su Yingxue, the Marquis Manorâs reputation was still the most important!
He could ignore his daughter, Su Yingxue, in public, but he couldnât indulge Su Yurou time and time again.
Su Yurou was left alone in the palace, and the sense of helplessness overwhelmed her. She covered her mouth and cried.
She dared not let others see her embarrassment, so she could only hide in a corner and cry.
Her long nails dug hard into the wall, and the hatred in her eyes was like a sharp blade. âSu Yingxue, I donât believe that youâll always be so lucky!â
After walking out of Fengzao Palace, Lin Sisi couldnât help but ask Su Yingxue, âDr. Su, tell me quickly. Whatâs the story behind the plot involving the Third Prince and Su Yurou? How did you perceive it?â
She felt that Su Yingxueâs experience was even more exciting than the book written by Chu Jinling! n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Su Yingxue flicked her hair and briefly explained to her.
When Chu Xia came to find her, she had already noticed that she was Chu Xiuwenâs maidservant.
Because there was a faint smell of blood on her and the scent of golden wound medicine. In this palace, the only injured master was Chu Xiuwen.
She pretended to believe, followed Chu Xia to Chu Xiuwenâs wing, and pretended to be knocked unconscious by Chu Xiuwen.
When Chu Xiuwen revealed his intentions, she opened her eyes.
She still remembered Chu Xiuwenâs gaze as if he had seen a ghost. âYou⦠Su Yingxue! How could youâ¦â
âHow could I not faint? You hit me hard just now.â Su Yingxue smiled. She took out the pulse pillow from the back of her clothes and directly smashed it onto Chu Xiuwenâs face..