Flip the table! The reborn villainous woman takes down her entire family and seizes her life.

Chapter 42 The Temptation of a Talented Man 2

Xiangyi lowered her eyes; the pustules on her face smelled foul, and she was too embarrassed to see Wen Guzhu.

He took several steps back to the door, and just as he was about to close it, Wen Guzhuyu immediately reached out to stop him.

"Xiangyi, what's wrong?"

Xiangyi's eyes flashed, and she said in a low voice, "Xiangyi's appearance is now ruined, and I'm afraid it would tarnish your noble status, young master."

Wen Guzhu frowned slightly, then relaxed and said gently, "I don't care. Besides, I know some medical skills and might be able to cure the pustules on Xiangyi's face."

"really?"

Wen Guzhu and Yu Yang nodded, accompanied by a faint smile.

Xiangyi put her hand down and let him into the room.

The door closed, and Xiangyi couldn't help but look up at him.

A smile unconsciously crept onto her lips as she looked at Wen Guzhuyu.

“Young Master Xie, since you have spent a lot of money to come here and have been able to cure the pustules on Xiangyi’s face, why don’t you play a piece for me today?”

Wen Guzhu smiled and slowly sat down in the chair. His gaze was like a raging fire, sparks flying, burning her soul.

"Okay."

Xiangyi smiled sweetly and asked coquettishly, "What would you like to hear, young master?"

"I will listen to whatever Xiangyi likes to play."

After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on Xiangyi's face, and he slowly said, "I wonder if Xiangyi has seen a doctor about the pustules on her face, and what the cause is?"

Xiangyi felt a little embarrassed at first.

After all, she didn't want the man in front of her to see her like this.

"I saw a doctor, and he said it can't be cured."

"Miss Xiangyi, may I take a look at you and see if I can help you?"

Xiangyi, who was playing the zither, quickly shook her head, "How could I let the young master see me like this?"

But as soon as she finished speaking, Wen Guzhuyu got up from her chair and walked over with a look of heartache on her face.

Just as Xiangyi was about to take a step back, she smelled the familiar, cold fragrance emanating from Wen Guzhu. Her thoughts were in turmoil, and she was somewhat involuntarily thrown into a daze.

"Xiangyi, let me see. I came here only for you, so I don't care if you are disfigured."

With slender, fair fingers, she gently lifted Xiangyi's veil. Xiangyi gasped in surprise and immediately dodged away.

"Son!"

“Young master, you must not! Xiangyi’s appearance is ruined, and she really cannot see you. Please forgive her.”

She retreated repeatedly, but Wen Guzhuyu pressed on relentlessly.

"I know medicine, have you forgotten?"

Xiangyi stopped and saw Wen Guzhu looking at her with eyes full of heartache, the tenderness in his eyes truly genuine.

Her body trembled slightly as she allowed the man to lift her veil.

The veil was lifted, revealing disgusting pustules. Wen Guzhu didn't despise her; instead, he felt even more heartache, his eyes still misting over.

Who would have thought that this top courtesan, who had only been at Zuiyu Tower for half a year, would have her appearance ruined like this?

"Your pustules are not difficult to treat. I can cure them for you, but it will take some time."

When Xiangyi heard that the boils on her face could be cured, her eyes lit up.

She put her veil back on and looked up at Wen Guzhuyu.

"I'm afraid I frightened you just now, young master."

Wen Guzhu shook his head, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"True beauty is not merely superficial."

"Has Xiangyi ever thought about leaving here?"

Xiangyi was slightly taken aback.

Someone actually asked her if she wanted to leave?

She said helplessly, "Xiangyi hadn't thought about it."

Wen Guzhu smiled, pulled the person closer, and lowered his voice.

"You can think about it."

The voice whispered in her ear, carrying a hint of seduction.

Several months ago, a wealthy woman approached her, saying she could help her rescue her sister from prison, but she would have to win over Jiang Shuyue completely.

He needs to swindle enough money from Jiang Shuyue to rescue his sister.

During her time with Jiang Shuyue, she even thought that he could help her escape her status as a slave, but what he said to her last time made her hesitate.

This young master seems different from others; he's so handsome, yet he doesn't seem to come from a wealthy family.

Seeing that she remained unmoved, Wen Guzhuyu's lips curled up slightly.

Xiangyi was a little nervous, perhaps because it was the first time she had met a man like this. She smiled and said, "Young master, I'll play a piece for you."

"Okay, I'll do as Xiangyi says."

Soon, Wen Guzhu sent someone to deliver the message to Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi unfolded the note, on which a few words were neatly written.

"Miss, the plan has succeeded. We await your orders now."

She smiled and handed the note to Wu Shi beside her.

Wu Shi smiled and said, "It's all thanks to the Princess's thoughtfulness that she sent people to make a scene at Zuiyu Tower in advance and even had someone poison Xiangyi."

"If Young Master Wengu heals her face, she will be so moved that she will forget about the eldest son and only be interested in Young Master Wengu."

Jiang Zhi smiled slightly, took a bite of candied fruit, and asked casually, "When will Xiangyi's sister arrive in Yanjing?"

At noon, he said, "Just these few days."

Jiang Zhi raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Let Xiangyi meet her sister. There will be a good show on the day they meet."

They understood each other perfectly at noon.

Jiang Zhi took another bite of candied fruit and said, "Back then, Xiangyi's ex-lover died to save her. If such a tragic drama were to be staged again, it would surely be incredibly exciting."

If things had followed the trajectory of her previous life, Xiangyi would have died a tragic death, so in a way, Jiang Zhi had helped her.

However, since Xiangyi intends to harm her brother, she must make full use of Xiangyi.

Liu's scheme was also to use her, so having one more of her wouldn't make a difference.

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"What did you say?"

In the Hezheng Hall, the emperor looked at the person who had made the report in disbelief.

The other ministers in the court were also shocked and all looked at Prince Jing, who was standing in the front row.

King Jing repeated in a deep voice.

"Your subject has just received a secret report from the army that Wei Zhuo of the Northern Di has risen up again and has now taken over nine territories."

As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur arose from all around.

"how is this possible?"

"Wasn't Wei Zhuo of the Northern Di dead? How come he still managed to take over the Nine Lands?"

"The Northern Barbarians had fifteen territories, and more than half of them have been taken over?"

"What nonsense! Even if Wei Zhuo brings all fifteen territories under his control, the Northern Di are still our defeated foe and are not worth fearing."

"You're quite audacious. Who was sent as a hostage to have this opportunity back then? Now that they've returned, who can stop them?"

The ministers' whispers grew louder and louder, until the emperor roared from above, "Shut up, all of you!"

The court fell silent instantly.

The emperor gazed at Gu Yuan before him and said, "Zilan, bring me the secret document."

Gu Yuan presented a letter, “Father, last August, winter came early to the Northern Di territory. The two places of Moyang and Jiuyang were short of supplies and could not be relocated in time. Before the beginning of spring, thousands of people had died.”

"So they switched sides with Wei Zhuo?"

The emperor stared at the secret letter and sneered, "This Wei Zhuo wants to rebuild the old capital in the former site of the Northern Barbarians. What is he trying to do?!"

Upon hearing the emperor's words, the ministers were once again in an uproar.