The general's wife is too naughty, she starts to flirt with him

Song Qingci asked the medical officer to leave and go somewhere else. He sat opposite the young lady with pus-filled face.

"Princess An...Princess Anguo..."

A lady can only vent her temper to people of lower status than herself. Facing Song Qingci, who was of higher status than herself, the lady with pustules all over her face began to stutter.

His voice became much quieter and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Miss, your face injury is too serious. I'm afraid you won't be able to recover to normal in a short period of time." Song Qingci glanced up and down at her face and came to a conclusion.

"How can I do this! Hiss...it hurts!"

The lady with pus-filled face was startled and moved with greater force, pulling her wounds, causing pain that made her already horrible face even more vivid.

"Princess, I will have to enter the palace for a beauty pageant in a few days, and my face cannot be like this!"

Maybe it was because it hurt too much just now, so this time when she spoke, she was very careful not to pull the wound too much.

"Talent show?" Song Qingci sneered, "My lady, your face is now in such bad condition that it's hard to say whether it can recover, let alone participate in the talent show. Your face was stung by a wasp. Wasps are poisonous, and the most serious stings can be fatal. Now, you only suffered a setback on your face, which is good enough. At least your life is saved, isn't it?! As for the talent show, you'd better not think about it anymore."

The girls selected for the imperial selection must be flawless and free of disease. She wants to enter the palace for the imperial selection with pus-filled pustules on her face. What a dream!

"what!"

Song Qingci's words devastated the girl with pus-filled face.

She was determined to enter the palace for the selection.

Her goal is to one day be able to sit in a position above everyone else and become the highest honor for women in the world.

So everything is about to end before it even begins?

"However, I have a secret recipe. I wonder if you would like to try it." Seeing her like this, Song Qingci felt a sense of evil interest.

"What folk remedy?!" The girl with pus-filled face grabbed Song Qingci's wrist as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

There was a glimmer of hope in her tearful eyes.

"This folk remedy can't actually guarantee that your face will return to its original state. There's only about a 50% chance of success."

Seeing that the person had fallen into the trap, Song Qingci started to practice Tai Chi again.

%? !

Is it so low?

However, if you don’t try, you may not even get that 50%!

"Princess, please tell me what the remedy is. I want to try it."

"But this side-room process is extremely painful, and even if you do it, your face may not return to its previous state. Are you sure you want to try?"

"I'm going to give it a try."

The girl with pus-filled face was very determined. If her face remained like this for the rest of her life, she might as well just die.

Even if she was only 50% sure, she still wanted to give it a try.

"Alright." Song Qingci sighed helplessly, "Since you want to give it a try, I will help you. I can't bear to see you look so young."

Song Qingci waved over the medical officer who had just been kicked by the lady with pus-filled face. After asking her to wash her hands, he handed her a small and exquisite dagger.

"Use this dagger to help this lady pustules on her face burst, and then use your hands to squeeze out all the toxins in the pustules."

"Remember, you must be strong and squeeze it out. If the toxins are not completely removed, then everything you have done before will be in vain. All the suffering you have endured will be in vain. After everything is done, follow this prescription and give the medicine to the young lady."