Being a reborn legitimate daughter is not easy

011 Full of Malice

011 Full of Malice

Yanliu Lane, Xu Mansion.

"What? Ye Pianran sent someone to the Prime Minister's residence to invite a doctor? And that doctor even took Gongsun Yuan's pulse?" In the flickering candlelight of the room, a girl of about fifteen years old sat up straight, her brows furrowed tightly.

She looked quite similar to Ye Pianran, with the same oval face and cherry lips. The only difference was her eyes, which were slightly upturned at the corners. Although they were clear and bright, they shone with a depth and scheming that were beyond her years. She was Ye Yingrou, who had killed Ye Pianran in her previous life.

Sitting next to her was her and Ye Yanxun's biological mother, Xu Pingyue.

Unlike Gongsun Yuan's orchid-like, serene and elegant beauty, Xu Pingyue, though also of advanced age, showed no signs of aging on her face. She was like a lotus emerging from the water, possessing the youthful shyness of a young girl, yet exuding a mature charm in every gesture, which captivated Marquis Anshi for so many years.

"Yes, the doctor took Gongsun Yuan's pulse and examined the medicine she was taking. The young master was also present today."

A woman dressed in pink knelt before Xu Pingyue and her daughter. She was Youhe, a maidservant serving Ye Yanxun. After receiving instructions from Ye Yanxun, she immediately came to inform Ye Yingrou of the incident that had occurred at Lanxin Courtyard.

Hearing that Ye Yanxun was also there, Ye Yingrou immediately breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a smug smile: "With my elder brother here, I believe that doctor won't be able to find anything."

"Miss was right, that doctor didn't find anything. However, before he left, he still prescribed a few medicinal meals for Gongsun Yuan. Miss, should we..." The maid's eyes were full of ruthlessness.

Ye Yingrou said, "No need. Just let Gongsun Yuan continue taking that medicine. She's been fine for three years. Don't let anyone suspect anything at a time like this." After saying that, she shook Xu Pingyue's hand coquettishly, "Mother, after a while, once Rou'er and brother have arranged everything, the position of the mistress of the Marquis's mansion should be yours."

Xu Pingyue picked up her teacup, took a sip, looked up at the kneeling maid, and asked, "Isn't Lanxin Courtyard always known for its harmony? Why is Ye Pianran suddenly so assertive today?"

Ye Yingrou paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"That's right, the servants in the manor are terrified of her now. Today, she not only sent someone to the Prime Minister's residence to summon a doctor, but also gave Song Yiniang's maid, Qingshui, seventy strokes of the cane. How could Qingshui withstand such extreme punishment? Now, I'm afraid she's probably in grave danger." The maid said through gritted teeth, completely forgetting why Qingshui was beaten in the first place.

"Besides that, what other unexpected things did she do?" Ye Yingrou pressed on, her gaze unusually sharp. "Did she suddenly forget her own name? Or not recognize the servants in her own courtyard?"

The maid thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, that's not the case."

Xu Pingyue gently patted Ye Yingrou's hand and said, "Perhaps she was traumatized by the disfigurement. She was the most beautiful woman in the capital, but now she's been injured like this. Who could bear it?"

Ye Yingrou felt that her mother made sense, so she was relieved and said gloatingly, "The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is in another month. The injury on her face will not be healed before the Mid-Autumn Festival. I want to see how she will maintain her title as the most beautiful woman in the capital."

A wicked plan suddenly formed in her mind, and Ye Yingrou's eyes lit up instantly. She stood up, walked quickly back to her room, and came out a moment later, handing a small porcelain bottle to Youhe.

"This stuff is called 'essential oil,' it comes from the Western Regions. When mixed into medicine, it has 'unexpected' uses. Give this to your brother and tell him to give it to Ye Pianran at an appropriate time. He will know what to do."

The maid took the porcelain bottle, bowed, and replied, "Yes."

Ye Yingrou narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes filled with calculating coldness: "I really want to see her in this pathetic state."