In the past, at home, my parents were both farmers.
To quench their thirst immediately after returning from work, they always kept cold tea on hand.
Who would have thought, in the wealthy families of the Capital, tea is brewed boiling hot, and savored slowly.
Bai Yanyan hurriedly splashed her mouth with cold water, but moments later, when she looked in the copper mirror.
She saw four or five large blisters!
With just a slight movement, a painful sting would tug at her!
She thought of what Bai Zhi’er said about her having a foul mouth today in court.
Bai Yanyan angrily cursed, "That jinx! She must have cursed me!"
Yet, because she widened her mouth too much, it tugged at the scalded area again.
Bai Yanyan immediately shut her mouth, rolling her eyes in frustration.
She didn’t bother blaming Bai Zhi’er anymore.
She turned around and ran outside to find Taxue for a burn salve.
Even after applying the best medicine, Bai Yanyan’s mouth still swelled and festered slightly because of the punctured blisters.
Her thin lips seemed as if they had been cooked by boiling water.
The blisters were surrounded by a white edge, with red scalded flesh in the center.
Wang Yi hurriedly called for a doctor to take a look.
Bai Yanyan originally had no advantage, resembling Jing Jia by only a small degree; if her appearance was ruined, she would have no chance at all!
After the doctor arrived, he advised Bai Yanyan to speak as little as possible for the next three days.
He prescribed a bunch of coptis medicine, which she had to take from morning till evening.
Bai Yanyan cried out in pain, "Do I have to take it?"
The coptis was too bitter!
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The doctor looked up; although his face was ordinary, his eyes were especially bright and striking.
Over thirty years old, he spoke calmly, "Good medicine tastes bitter, Miss Yan, the less you speak, the less you suffer."
Wang Yi impatiently waved his hand, "Go get the medicine!"
This counterfeit is really troublesome.
On the very first day, she scalded her own mouth!
Drinking boiling hot tea directly, such an ignorant fool!
But no choice, they had spent too much wealth to nurture a fake princess.
Now Wang Yi had to endure.
He glanced at the trembling Taxue, "You didn’t take good care, causing the girl to suffer. Someone, slap her ten times as a warning to others!"
Taxue panicked, pleading for mercy, "Miss Yan, please plead for me, Miss Yan!"
Bai Yanyan covered her mouth with her hand, her head bowed in a sorrowful expression, utterly refusing to speak on her behalf.
Someone who didn’t serve her well, deserved the beating!
That doctor over thirty, after grabbing the medicine, left the Wang Family.
Then walked to a deserted corner.
He looked in the direction of the Wang Family, blinking once with a slight scoff.
"Brought it upon themselves." When he spoke, it was clearly a cool female voice.
Just then, a gentle breeze came by, and no trace of the doctor’s figure remained at that place anymore.
As spring approached, the palace was full of budding trees, creating an exceptionally harmonious scenery.
Bai Zhi’er donned a light yellow spring dress and embroidered shoes with a white satin base as she headed to the Xiuluo Guard.
She skillfully extended a small hand to greet the Xiu Luo Envoy guarding the entrance.
"Hello, brothers!" The little one beamed a radiant smile, her face round and adorable.
The Xiu Luo Envoys cupped their hands respectfully, "Greetings, Your Highness."
Inside, hearing the voice, Chu Ping rushed out immediately.
"Princess is here~~" His voice stretched long with a tremble of joy.
Causing Feng Fuce, seated inside, to frown instantly.
Has he been too kind to Chu Ping recently?
With that tone, Chu Ping should be sent to be a eunuch.
By the door, Bai Zhi’er’s cheerful, childish voice could be heard.
"I came to see you all, is Brother Ce around?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Marquis is always here when not killing!" Chu Ping responded enthusiastically.
Feng Fuce nearly snapped the pen in his hand.
Is that really the impression he gives?