Xianren Sect.
Feng Qingcheng sat before a bronze mirror, meticulously applying ointment to her face.
The face in the mirror was a mess, with large black spots spreading across it.
"Damn it!"
Looking at her reflection, her mood was utterly ruined. She abruptly stood up and flung everything on the table to the ground!
"Only I am worthy of the title 'Goldenling's Number One Beauty.' As for Feng Ninghe, she's not even fit to carry my shoes!"
Feng Qingcheng gritted her teeth, her already disfigured cheeks becoming even more ravaged by rage.
Faint footsteps could be heard from outside. Hearing the commotion, she quickly picked up a veil and placed it over her face.
A figure hurried in, a man with a hint of joy on his face. He rushed to Feng Qingcheng's side.
At this moment, Feng Qingcheng was in a low mood, her expression turning cold.
She patiently turned her gaze to Baili Yang, "King Zhenyang, you seem to be in good spirits."
Her current predicament had brought her to this state, yet Baili Yang before her was still smiling so heartily.
Baili Yang, unaware of her thoughts, quickly handed her a book, "Qingcheng, I've found a way to heal your skin!"
To Feng Qingcheng, her appearance was even more important than her life.
Upon hearing that there was a way to heal it, she eagerly took the book and focused her gaze on it.
The book described how to treat skin ulceration caused by the Black Lychee.
The Black Lychee was a potent poison, its damage to the human body permanent. Only by skin grafting could one obtain new skin.
"Skin grafting?"
Feng Qingcheng raised her delicate eyebrows, a flicker of light instantly appearing in her eyes.
Her face was marred by black spots due to the Black Crow, making skin grafting impossible. However, the skin on other parts of her body could be restored through grafting.
As long as there was a way to recover, she was willing. What difficulty would skin grafting pose for her?
She could simply find someone.
Baili Yang, thinking she was worried, quickly reassured her, "Qingcheng, there are many convicts in the Li Kingdom. If one disappears, no one will notice. I will find a young girl for you to graft skin from."
"Convicts?"
Feng Qingcheng's voice deepened, her slender fingers tightening around the book.
She was the Goldenling's Number One Beauty. How could a convict be worthy of her?
Even if skin grafting were possible, she wouldn't consider it.
Baili Yang nodded enthusiastically from the side, "Indeed. I am King Zhenyang. It's easy for me to pull some strings in secret."
"Sister Qingcheng!"
At this moment, a clear female voice called out from outside.
Wang Junzhao's beautiful face was filled with smiles. She was holding some medicinal herbs, "Sister Qingcheng, I specifically found these herbs for you. Although I don't know if they'll be useful, it's better than nothing."
Looking at Wang Junzhao before her, Feng Qingcheng's eyes grew a bit more intense.
She grasped Wang Junzhao's hand, gently caressing her smooth and tender skin, "Junzhao, your skin is so delicate and smooth."
Wang Junzhao shook her head dismissively, "Sister Qingcheng, how can my skin compare to yours? Before your skin became ulcerated, it was as delicate as a porcelain doll."
Feng Qingcheng smiled, her expression hardening slightly, "Junzhao, you said that as long as you could help me, you would do anything I asked."
"Of course."
Wang Junzhao put down the herbs and patted her chest with a serious expression, "Sister Qingcheng, I've received a lot of care from you at Xianren Sect. If you need help, how could I refuse?"
In her eyes, Feng Qingcheng was gentle and kind, a good senior sister.
Feng Qingcheng nodded and raised her sleeve, scattering a cloud of powder towards Wang Junzhao.
As the powder entered her nostrils, a peculiar fragrance enveloped Wang Junzhao.
She instantly fell unconscious, her body collapsing straight to the ground.
This scene made Baili Yang's eyes widen, "Qingcheng... are you thinking of using her for skin grafting?"
Feng Qingcheng's expression was icy, her beautiful eyes hiding a deep glint. She looked at Wang Junzhao with no emotion, "King Zhenyang, you heard it just now. She's willing to do anything for me. Wang Junzhao is, after all, a disciple of Xianren Sect. Although she's not worthy of my status, her skin is smooth."
If possible, she would have liked to tear Feng Ninghe into a thousand pieces and peel off her skin.
But now, she couldn't find Feng Ninghe at all.
Here was a readily available person, so she could make do.
Baili Yang's face was anxious. He hesitated slightly, looking at the woman before him, "Qingcheng, but she is ultimately a disciple of Xianren Sect. If something happens, it might be difficult to explain to Xianren Sect."
"So what?"
Feng Qingcheng glanced at him dismissively, "King Zhenyang, we just need to shift the blame onto Feng Ninghe. Everyone believes this woman is cunning and vicious, so no one will suspect me."
Feng Ninghe's reputation was already in tatters. Anything could be blamed on her.
Baili Yang frowned slightly, but eventually closed his mouth and remained silent.
That vixen was indeed hateful and arrogant. If this could be used to teach her a good lesson, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
That night.
The bright moon hung high in the night sky, its silver light spilling onto the ground.
Si Xin Xin had played all day at the First Sect and only rested when it was late and she was tired.
Holding Feng Ninghe's hand with one hand and Si Jianye's with the other, her tender face wore a smile, "Today I'm sleeping with Mommy and Daddy!"
"Sleeping together?"
Feng Ninghe instinctively glanced at Si Xin Xin.
Si Xin Xin's small face was full of smiles, "Mommy, I haven't seen you and Daddy for a long time. Let's sleep together today."
She excitedly sat on the bed, her gaze falling on Si Jianye, "Daddy, you stay too."
Si Xin Xin's efforts caused Si Jianye's lips to curl up subtly. He nodded slowly.
This child was finally sensible and could be useful at crucial moments.
It was not a waste of his careful guidance over the years.
"This room isn't too big or too small. Setting up another bed shouldn't be a problem."
With that, he quickly took out a bed frame and set it up.
A bed instantly occupied a significant portion of the room.
Si Jianye lay down as if it were natural.
Looking at the bed before her, Feng Ninghe raised her eyebrows instinctively.
"Mommy, I'm tired. Let's go to sleep quickly too!"
Si Xin Xin blinked her bright eyes, gently shaking Feng Ninghe's sleeve.
Her thoughts were interrupted, and a smile filled her eyes, "Okay."
Si Xin Xin nestled her head into Feng Ninghe's embrace, her small face filled with contentment.
Mommy smelled so good...
She loved Mommy so much...
Looking at the small figure curled up in her arms, Feng Ninghe's eyes curved, and she held her tightly.
On the other bed.
Si Jianye did not rush to sleep. Instead, he turned his gaze to Feng Ninghe.