Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

There was chaos in Lanxin Garden.

Su Tinggui's palm was injured and bleeding profusely. When he was treating the wound, he grimaced in pain and kicked over the medicine box beside him in anger.

The medicine box was scattered, and the bottles and jars of medicine were shattered and scattered all over the floor.

The palace physician was an old man who had been in the mansion for many years and had never seen the master so out of control and angry.

His heart was trembling, his hands were shaking, and he became more cautious when treating the wound, and his movements became much slower.

Aunt Liu, who was waiting nearby, had her right cheek cut by a piece of porcelain. A three-inch-long bloodstain remained on her fair skin, from which bright red blood continued to seep.

Aunt Liu was looking at herself in a bronze mirror while crying hysterically. Her face, which originally had charm, was now clustered together, looking ugly and scary.

"Master, my face is injured." She cried and yelled at the doctor, "Hurry up, my face needs to be treated!"

There is only one doctor in the mansion, and he has both hands, so he cannot treat the injuries of two people at the same time.

The housekeeper has sent someone to look for a doctor, but he hasn't arrived yet.

As Aunt Liu urged, the old doctor's hand trembled, and the porcelain piece that was about to be pulled out shuddered in the flesh. The pain made Su Tinggui's facial features distorted and he screamed softly.

"Madam Liu, what are you doing?"

Su Tinggui's forehead was sweating, and he was unable to react. Old Madam Qian on the side took the initiative to attack, and angrily scolded: "Madam Liu, the wound on the master's hand has not been treated yet, why are you rushing him?"

"Aunt..." Aunt Liu was stunned by the roar. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked aggrieved. "Aunt, my face is also injured and bleeding..."

"Your face is nothing!" Old Madam Qian was concerned about her son's injury and said with disdain, "Your injury is on your face, and the master's injury is on his hand!"

"Aunt..." Aunt Liu looked at Old Madam Qian in disbelief. "A woman's face, how precious is it? How important is it?"

"Madam Liu, you need to know your priorities!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Qian's eyes were indifferent, and she said coldly: "Master's hands hold his brilliant future, and the glory and wealth of our Su family."

"You stupid woman, what's the use of your face without the master?"

Madam Qian scolded Aunt Liu, then turned around and softened her voice, "Doctor, please check and clean the wound."

The old doctor did not dare to slack off and nodded repeatedly.

Aunt Liu's head was buzzing, and her whole body was like an electric shock. She stared at the man in front of her without blinking, and murmured, "Master."

Master, please look at my injuries!

She remembered that she admired him at that time and wanted to make a sachet for him by herself.

Her needlework was not good. When she was embroidering mandarin ducks, her hand was pricked by the needle and a drop of blood oozed out, which happened to be seen by him.

He was extremely anxious and looked for a doctor to treat the wound. He also repeatedly told her not to touch needles and thread again.

What about now?

There was a long cut on her face, and the blood was almost washing her face, but he seemed not to have seen it, and did not even glance at her.

Aunt Liu felt as if she was immersed in an icy pond that had existed for thousands of years, and her whole body was cold to the bone.

The doctor helped Su Tinggui clean the stains on his wound, then searched among the bottles and jars on the ground and found a bottle of golden wound medicine, which he was about to apply...

Su Jiaojiao, who had been watching the development of the situation, only came to her senses at this moment.

She returned home and put all the blame on Su Manman, just to get rid of suspicion and let her father teach her a lesson.

Unexpectedly, the development of the situation was out of her control.

Seeing the doctor treating her father's wound and applying the medicine, her wandering soul finally came back to its place. "Doctor, give me a bottle of medicine first. I'll apply the medicine to stop the bleeding for my mother."

Her tone was almost pleading.

He spoke to the doctor, but his eyes were looking at Su Tinggui.

The old doctor held the medicine bottle in his hand, looking troubled. "There are only two bottles of medicine in the medicine box. One bottle was knocked over. Now there is only the last bottle left."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Su Tinggui's eyes finally fell on Aunt Liu's face, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Master..." Aunt Liu called out softly with a choked voice, her clear eyes looking at him lovingly.

In the past, with her beauty and a pair of charming eyes, she always made Su Tinggui's heart beat faster.

Whatever she wanted, he always found a way to give it to her.

But now, such a blood-stained face, coupled with these eyes, makes people feel inexplicably weird.

Su Tinggui frowned even more tightly.

"Apply medicine to the master first."

Madam Qian stepped in front of them and said sternly, "Treat the master's wound first, then take care of Aunt Liu."

She spoke, and no one objected.

Aunt Liu suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Having lived with her aunt for more than twenty years, she once thought that her aunt loved her sincerely, even more than her mother.

Today, she seemed to see for the first time her true position in her aunt's heart.

Correct!

Her aunt was kind and sincere to her, but how could she compare to her own son?

Her legs went limp and she fell onto the Eight Immortals Chair in a daze.

So many years had passed since the fire, and this was the first time she remembered the fire and her parents who died in it.

Her dear mother...

Time passed quickly and she had completely forgotten what she looked like.

……

In Lanxin Garden, after a period of busyness, peace returned.

After sending all the servants away, the three of them sat together in the house.

Madam Qian sat at the head of the table, slammed her cane on the ground, and said sternly, "Tinggui, the injuries you and Concubine Liu suffered today were all caused by that bitch."

Old Madam Qian seemed to have made her final decision. "Although she is your own flesh and blood, she is born rebellious and will bring disaster to her father. You cannot let her live any longer."

"Mother, I hold an official position." Su Tinggui said in embarrassment.

"You don't have to do anything!" Old Madam Qian's brows were cold, "Ms. Lin is bedridden and needs to go to the countryside to recuperate."

Madam Qian said coldly, "In a few days, it will rain continuously. There is a river on the road to the village, and it will flood when it rains."

"They were in the countryside recuperating when an accident happened. It's a natural disaster that takes their lives, so no one can be blamed."

Old Madam Qian spoke naturally, as if she was discussing what to eat for lunch today, in a very ordinary way.

Aunt Liu, who was standing by, had half of her face wrapped in white cloth. She listened to their discussion with a dazed look on her face and did not respond.

The sun was setting and the sunset dyed half the sky red. Su Manman was studying medicinal herbs at the table when someone from the front yard came to tell her and her daughter to go to the country farm to recuperate.

When Mrs. Lin heard the news, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Man'er, it's better for us to leave. I've had enough of the Su Mansion."

Su Manman nodded, "Mom, after so many years, it's time for you to go out and relax."

While comforting Lin, she was thinking about the day when she would leave the house.

Ten days later...

At noon on April 18th, the 13th year of the Daqian Kingdom, heavy rain fell from the sky, and the Piao River overflowed, submerging the surrounding villages and causing countless casualties.

After the flood, a plague broke out near the capital...