Chapter 412 Settling the Score

Chapter 412: Dealing With Them

"If you have time to wait on him, why not figure out how to get your hands on Prince Ye's property and silver? That way, you'll have a fallback plan."

"If a man's gone, you can always find another. Your own life is what counts!"

After Chen Huaxiu finished speaking, Ji Yuntang rose to her feet, feigning anger.

Her face flushed with feigned rage as she said, "Mother, my husband is a hero! How could a hero end up like this?"

"When I married him, I swore I would save him, which is why I buried myself in medical books at home."

"I believe that as long as I don't give up and he's still breathing, I'll definitely cure him."

Chen Huaxiu: "..."

She figured Ji Yuntang must be out of her mind to say something so cocky.

Forget curing him—she doubted Prince Ye would even survive.

This Ji Yuntang was truly pig-headed, nowhere near as level-headed as her own Yueyue.

The more Chen Huaxiu stared, the more she thought Ji Yuntang's earlier cleverness was just an act.

She wasn't hard to fool—she just had no brains and couldn't survive without a man!

Just then, Ji Yuntang turned around and looked at her with hopeful eyes.

"Mother, you'll help me save my husband, won't you?"

Chen Huaxiu: "..."

Before she could speak, Ji Yuntang continued, "I found a long-lost secret recipe in a medical book that can fix burn victims' disfigured faces."

"What it needs is simple—just women past their prime who've given birth to two sons. Take a bowl of heart's blood from them, boil it with herbs, and turn it into a medicinal mask!"

"I don't trust anyone else's blood. Mother, you'll help me, won't you?"

Chen Huaxiu: "..."

Chen Huaxiu: "!!!"

Her heart lurched, and she cried out in shock, "Heart's blood isn't that easy to get!"

"Ji Yuntang, are you trying to kill me?"

Ji Yuntang blinked, putting on an innocent look, and said, "Mother, it's just a bowl of blood. It won't kill you."

"Don't worry, I'm a great doctor. I'll just make a tiny cut on your chest to let the blood out. I promise you won't feel a thing."

Chen Huaxiu's legs wouldn't stop shaking. She backed up a few steps, pressing against the wall to get away from Ji Yuntang.

"No, no, I won't do it."

"You want to save your husband—what does that have to do with me? Why should I give my heart's blood for him?"

"Taking heart's blood will kill a person."

At this point, she couldn't tell if Ji Yuntang was joking or dead serious!

If she was joking, her face was way too serious, like she really meant it.

But if she was serious, Chen Huaxiu didn't buy it. This good-for-nothing couldn't even read a few characters—how could she possibly heal anyone?

The whole medical book thing must have been a lie.

Seeing Chen Huaxiu so against it, Ji Yuntang sighed, looking disappointed.

"So, Mother, everything you said earlier about caring for me was all a lie."

"Since you won't give the heart's blood, I won't force you. But you can at least wash my husband's sheets, quilt covers, and clothes. You can handle that little task, right?"

Chen Huaxiu definitely could. Compared to giving heart's blood, washing clothes was a breeze!

So without a second thought, she agreed.

"Fine, I'll wash your clothes."

With that, Chen Huaxiu turned and left. Ji Yuntang curled her lip in disdain.

"Tsk, she sure runs fast!"

Luo Junhe sat up in bed, ripped off the Human Skin Mask, and spat out the blood pill.

His alluring eyes curved slightly as he praised, "A Tang, this mask you made is way too realistic. The rotting flesh looks exactly like the real deal."

Ji Yuntang smirked. "If it weren't realistic, how could we trick her?"

Luo Junhe's eyes gleamed with amusement. "I don't think they'll last three days."

Last night, he'd bet Ji Yuntang how many days the Wu family would last at Prince Ye's mansion.

Ji Yuntang said three days, tops.

But now Luo Junhe figured that with her talent for torturing people, they'd probably want to bolt within a day, let alone three.

From now on, these people probably wouldn't dare set foot in Prince Ye's mansion again.

Ji Yuntang walked to the window and eased the wooden shutters open. Her voice was calm and steady.

"The sooner they leave, the more nervous Marquis Yongning's mansion and Ji Qingqing will get."

"And once people get anxious, they start making mistakes. In the end, it might not be me who ruins Ji Qingqing, but her own birth parents."

Meanwhile, over at the laundry yard.

Chen Huaxiu stared at the huge pile of stinking, filthy clothes in the washbasin and felt like dying.

Pinching her nose, she picked one up and said in disgust, "This... did your master fall into a toilet? How are these clothes this smelly and torn?"

"Look, they've turned yellow. How am I supposed to get these clean?"

Tao Zhi silently rolled her eyes. Of course they stink!

Wang Sheng bought these clothes from beggars with silver—of course they're smelly and torn!

"Our mistress said Prince Ye's mansion doesn't keep freeloaders. You have to wash all these clothes before you can sleep. If you don't want to, that's fine—she'll come take your heart's blood. Wash clothes or give heart's blood, your pick!"

"I'll come check on your work tonight. Take your sweet time washing!"

Tao Zhi left, and Chen Huaxiu cursed loudly from behind.

"Washing clothes, washing clothes, you won't even give me a bit of plant ash—how am I supposed to wash these? Why don't you stingy bastards from Prince Ye's mansion just drop dead?"

She'd only been at Prince Ye's mansion for half a day and was already starting to miss the Marquis Yongning mansion, where Ji Qingqing lived!

Although Madam Meng of the Marquis Yongning mansion was a bit harsh, she didn't treat them as badly as Ji Yuntang did, and she even laid out a whole table of good food for them.

Comparing the two, the Marquis Yongning mansion had a lot more warmth to it.

Unlike Ji Yuntang, who was just plain shameless.

On the back mountain, Wu Shijie had only been digging with a shovel for a bit before he couldn't go on.

He was soaked in sweat and plopped down on the ground, gasping for breath.

Chen Hu came over, scowling, and asked him, "You've barely dug at all—why'd you stop again?"

Wu Shijie waved his hand and said breathlessly, "I'm not digging anymore. This ain't work meant for a human being. The ground's as hard as stone. Whoever wants to dig can go ahead!"

Chen Hu picked up the shovel from the ground and with one gentle push, the ground split open, looking effortless.

"I figure you're just not putting in any real effort. Isn't this ground easy to dig?"

"You're a grown man born and raised in the countryside; there's no way you can't handle this bit of farm work!"

"Unless you're deliberately slacking off and avoiding work."

Wu Shijie's face turned ashen. Back in his small mountain village, he never had to do farm work at all.

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