The next day, Fu Jiujiao saw them off at the city gate. The Fu family was also there because Jiang Yao and Qi Pang were going with them.

Arthur glanced at the injured bandage, a pretty bow tie, a masterpiece by the little dumpling.

She dismounted and embraced the little girl, stroking her head. "You have to grow taller quickly, you know. I hope that when we meet next time, you'll be almost as tall as me."

Fu Jiu Jiu stared at the masked man in the crowd, her eyes widening. The sinister and venomous glint in his eyes gave him away instantly - it was He Tian Lin.

"Bird, are you even listening to me?" Athus complained impatiently.

Fu Jiujiu came back to her senses and smiled brightly, "Yes, Princess, do we need to wait so long for our next meeting?"

Then you won't grow up any faster!

Fuju chirped and shrugged, "If I were six years old and this tall, I'd probably scare people to death."

"Alright alright, you grow up nicely. Be good."

Atu Xiu retracted his smile, "Little Bird, thank you for everything you've done for me, for our Beimo. I will never forget it."

On the other side, Jiang Yao also bid farewell to her family with reluctance. Tian Guihua's eyes turned red, and Fu Baiman was also holding back his heartache.

"Princess, be careful on your way, and make sure to apply the medicine on time."

Artus turned his horse, he couldn't say any more, otherwise he would start to cry. "I understand,"

"Bird, next time we meet, you have to grow taller."

Fujujio said, where does it take that long to go? Isn't Bei Mo always accessible?

To his surprise, Atushi's words proved prophetic. When they met again, Fujuju was already a lanky young girl.

……

"Get out, all of you! Don't come in."

After Yan Yu's face was disfigured, she had been raging inside the residence of the Chancellor. She smashed everything that could be broken in the room. A doctor had gone in before, but he shook his head and left. After that, she locked the door and wouldn't let anyone in.

"Yu'er, open the door! It's father."

"No, all of you leave, I hate you all. You always claimed to love me and protect me, but now look at this, you're not even human anymore."

The overturned copper mirror reflected Yan Yu's current appearance: her hair was disheveled, her face was bloody and bruised, and her hands were the same. Her clothes, the bedding, and everything she had knocked over were stained with her blood.

The room now resembled a crime scene.

Yan Yu knew she was finished. Her once proud face was ruined, and even though she possessed countless talents, who would be willing to look at a woman who looked like a ghost?

"Yu'er, please open the door and let Father and the physician in to take a look."

"What are you looking at? It's incurable, it's incurable."

Yan Yu covered her face and wept, "Father, I want revenge. Go kill Mingyue! It must have been her. Only she would do this to me."

Yan Song sighed, the moon had already left the city.

In order to prevent a similar assassination attempt to what happened in Luo City last time, Emperor Chengde sent many guards to accompany the convoy, ensuring Princess Mingyue's safe arrival in Beimo.

It is as difficult to get started as climbing to heaven.

"Father, you are the Prime Minister! I am the Prime Minister's daughter. You must have a way!"

"Yu'er, let's think about this in the long run. First, open the door and let people come in to bandage you up. Listen to your father, okay?"

"No, you can't kill Athusia. And not Fu Jiujiu either, killing her would be the same. No, capture her! Disfigure her face, rip out her tongue. Let's see how she charms everyone then."

Yan Song sighed deeply, "It's hard to kill the bright moon, and it's even harder to kill Fu Jiujiu than killing Atu Xiu ten times over."

All those who were sent out before, have been destroyed.

Doesn't he want to?

"Yu'er, listen to me carefully. Your father still has to clean up your messes. That beggar girl is still at the Ministry of Justice. If she betrays you, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Yan Yu wanted to not care about anything, but that was impossible.

Without her beauty and noble status, she was even worse off than a beggar on the street.

"Calm down, father will surely find the best physician to treat you."

"Seventh Prince, yes, Seventh Prince, Father, Tang Xian's illness, the one that was so difficult to treat, has been cured. That physician will be able to cure my face as well."

"Why don't you go find him?"

"Alright, first have someone bandage you up. Father will go look for help right away."

After Yan Song finished speaking, a rustling sound came from inside the house, accompanied by the crisp shattering of porcelain.

The door was opened from inside.

Yan Song looked at his daughter's face, which had become even more haggard after a night of pain. He endured the nausea and forced himself to remain calm.

But the maids behind him screamed in fright.

Yan Yu coldly glanced at the maid, "What are you shouting for? Come here, and pull out her tongue, and scar her face for me."

"Please, miss, I beg you, please..."

Yan Song frowned, signaling the people to drag the maidservant away. He showed no mercy at all.

"Yu'er, be good at home. Father is going to the Ministry of Justice."

Yan Yu nodded. "Father, I will definitely cure it, right? I can definitely recover my appearance, won't I?"

Yan Song, with a slight nod of his head, replied, "Yes."

After saying that, he turned and strode away.

Inside the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

Yan Song looked at the little girl covered in blood, her face equally terrifying. He glanced at his own shoes with disgust—they were getting a bit dirty.

"My Lord Chancellor, this girl is being stubborn and won't say a word no matter how we ask."

Yan Song glanced at the Ministry of Punishment officers, “You may go first.”

"Yes!"

With nobody around, Yan looked intently at the little girl who was gasping for breath. "You're a tough kid," he said. "Aren't you afraid of death?"

The little beggar was struggling to breathe, his eyelids fluttering. “I said I could die? If I don’t speak, maybe you’ll spare my mother for my loyalty?”

"What do you want to do most right now?"

Although she was young, the little girl's heart was very mature. "I want revenge, I want to get revenge on Fu Chi-Chi," she said.

She knew how to speak in order to have a chance of survival.

Yan Song let out a cold smile. “You’re a smart person, I can spare your life, and I can let you go. But remember what you just said.”

"Don't worry, even if...even if I didn't have your order, I would still seek revenge from Fu Jiujiu."

Yan Song nodded, "Good!"

That night, Xiao Qi could not bear the torture and had already died.

Fu Jiujiu also got the news from Tang Xian, thinking it was strange. What didn't she ask before she died?

Fujujio decided to go see the little girl's body.

"Are you serious?" Tang Xian looked at Fu Jiujiu, "Where did you get so much courage."

"That's what you gave me." Fu Jiu chuckled. "Isn't Brother Tang Qi going to stay with me?"

Since she had said so, what else could Tang Xian do?

Two people came to the graveyard late at night. Fu Jiujiu checked several corpses before finding one with a figure and attire similar to a young beggar.

But the face has been completely destroyed and is unrecognizable.

"This is not her," Fu Jiujiu said, "She should have been switched."

First published on Chinese Novel Network