Poisonous Pet World: The War King's Heart-stealing Medical Concubine

Xiao Qing slowly let go of Murong Baixue. Her body was trembling slightly, as if every movement required tremendous effort.

Her eyes were full of pain and helplessness, but she still firmly turned her gaze towards Murong Baixue.

Xiao Qing took a deep breath and moved her feet with difficulty, trying to avoid the porcelain fragments on the ground. She walked towards the desk step by step, and every step seemed to challenge her limit. Finally reaching the desk, she quickly picked up the pen and wrote a letter quickly.

Her handwriting was a little sloppy, but it was filled with an unspeakable determination. After she finished writing, she blew gently to let the ink dry quickly, and then carefully sealed the envelope.

Xiao Qing walked out, handed the letter to his confidant, and whispered a few words in Mitao's ear. Mitao nodded repeatedly, took the letter, put it in her arms, and left quickly.

Xiao Qing returned to the house and saw the debris on the ground. He frowned and said, "Someone come here!"

Yuanzhu and Baozhu lowered their heads and walked into the room tremblingly. Their faces were pale and their eyes were full of fear.

"Why don't you clean it up!" Xiao Qing said with a hint of coldness in his tone.

Yuanzhu and Baozhu did not dare to be negligent and immediately began to carefully clean up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. Their movements were gentle and cautious, for fear of arousing Murong Baixue's anger again.

However, at this moment, Yuanzhu's finger accidentally touched a sharp piece of porcelain, and blood gushed out instantly. She cried out in pain, but she didn't dare to stop the work in her hands, so she could only grit her teeth and continue cleaning.

When Murong Baixue heard Yuanzhu's cry, her eyes suddenly became fierce. She quickly walked to Yuanzhu, picked up the feather duster beside her, and hit Yuanzhu without saying anything.

The feather duster flew through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. Each blow was fierce, as if all the anger was to be vented on this weak maid.

"I'm going to beat you to death, you bitch!" Murong Baixue whipped Yuanzhu while yelling madly, "It's all your fault. If you hadn't not kept watch last night, my face wouldn't have been ruined. It's all your fault!" Her voice echoed in the room in the early morning, filled with endless anger and resentment.

Yuanzhu endured all this silently, her body trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew she couldn't resist, so she could only silently endure Murong Baixue's anger. Baozhu stood aside, her face pale with fear, and she didn't dare to step forward to persuade her.

Murong Baixue beat Yuanzhu more and more fiercely, and the feather duster kept falling on Yuanzhu's body, leaving bright red marks. Yuanzhu's clothes were gradually torn, revealing her scarred skin. She groaned in pain, but still did not dare to beg for mercy or dodge.

The room was filled with a depressing atmosphere. Yuanzhu gritted her teeth in pain, but she didn't dare to resist and could only endure it all silently. Her tears kept flowing, but she didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of angering the second young lady who was already on the verge of a rage.

Baozhu, who was standing by, saw this scene and was so frightened that her face turned pale as paper and she was trembling all over. She tightly grasped the corner of her clothes and her palms were full of cold sweat, fearing that she would be the next one. Her eyes were full of fear and helplessness, tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry. She could only watch Yuanzhu suffer and silently prayed in her heart that she would not become the next victim.

Murong Baixue's eyes swept over Baozhu, cold and sharp like a knife, making people shudder. Baozhu felt the cold gaze, and her body trembled involuntarily, as if she had been frozen by the gaze. She clenched her teeth, not daring to make a sound, but just lowered her head, squatted down, and continued to clean up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

Xiao Qing stood aside, watching everything happening in front of her quietly. There was no expression on her face, and her eyes were so cold that they made people feel scared. She seemed to be accustomed to all this. She knew that her Xue'er needed to vent at this moment, and these two maids were just the objects of her venting.

"It's better to let her vent." Xiao Qing muttered to herself, with a barely perceptible sneer on her face. She knew Murong Baixue's temper very well, and knew that once she got angry, no one could stop her.

And these two maids could only blame themselves for their bad luck.

Besides, they deserved to die for failing to protect Xueer during their night watch.

Murong Baixue was tired from beating and finally stopped using the feather duster. Her face was pale and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Her waving movement seemed weak and heavy; the feather duster drew an arc in the air and then fell weakly to the ground.

Seeing this, Xiao Qing's heart tightened and she hurried over. She gently stroked Murong Baixue's hair, her voice full of determination: "Xue'er, mother will definitely find the old doctor in the Medicine Valley to cure your face."

Murong Baixue looked up, tears sparkling in her eyes, tears sliding down the bandage on her cheeks, like a broken heart. She threw herself tightly into Xiao Qing's arms, her body trembling slightly.

"Mother, what should I do? The Empress Dowager's birthday is less than a month away. How can my daughter attend in this condition?" Murong Baixue's voice was filled with endless sadness and despair, and was full of tears.

Xiao Qing looked at her daughter with pity, patted her back gently, and said softly as if coaxing a child: "It will be fine, it will definitely be fine. You have to believe in mother. No matter what the cost, mother will find the old genius doctor in Medicine Valley, and she will definitely cure your face." Xiao Qing's words revealed determination and trust, trying to bring a glimmer of hope to Murong Baixue.

Xiao Qing helped Murong Baixue back to the inner room and carefully placed her on the bed, fearing to hurt her. She gently pulled the quilt over Murong Baixue, then sat on the bed and looked at her daughter tenderly. "Xue'er, have a good rest and don't think too much. Maybe after a good night's sleep, your face will be better." Xiao Qing comforted her softly.

Murong Baixue heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down, muttering softly: "Yes, it must be a nightmare, I will be fine after a good sleep." Murong Baixue forced herself to sleep, hoping that everything would be back to normal when she woke up.

Xiao Qing sat quietly beside the bed, looking at her beloved daughter, with endless sadness and pain in her eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried hard to restrain them from falling, but she couldn't hide the grief in her heart.

Xiao Qing slowly stood up and carefully tucked in the corner of Murong Baixue's quilt. She walked out of the room silently, closed the door, and left behind a peaceful scene.

When she came to the outer room, she saw Yuanzhu and Baozhu squatting on the ground, carefully cleaning up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. Their faces were pale, their lips were tightly pursed, and they were obviously very nervous.

Xiao Qing's eyes fell on the two maids, and her voice was low and serious: "Bitch, why don't you clean up quickly!"

Yuanzhu and Baozhu trembled all over, and their hands moved faster, but they did not dare to look up at Xiao Qing. They knew that the lady was in a bad mood at the moment, and if they accidentally angered her, the consequences would be disastrous.