Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 578

Deceiving oneself is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

The ulcers on her face were spreading, reaching her scalp and neck, and a mask could no longer cover them. Her hair was also falling out in clumps; initially, she had to use wigs with individual sections to cover it, but now almost all of it had fallen out, and she could only wear a full wig.

So Xu Jingniang simply made a wig with a complete head covering, putting it all over her head. Of course, this made it even less breathable, but she didn't care how rotten it was inside.

Jiang Yunwan gritted her teeth and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked somewhat normal, but her whole face appeared very stiff.

Huo Tingsheng's previous doting affection for her is now gone.

They had previously complained that the incense on her was too strong, but she really had no choice; if it wasn't strong enough, it wouldn't be able to mask the rotten smell.

Later, Huo Tingsheng asked her quite bluntly, saying that he felt her face looked a bit strange. She could only give a vague answer, saying that it might be due to incorrect skincare methods.

In short, Huo Tingsheng has now returned to only visiting her palace on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month, and he doesn't even touch her.

Jiang Yunwan lived in extreme torment every day, and knew that in her current state, it was absolutely impossible for her to regain favor. With her face in such a terrible state, it was hard to say whether she could even save her life if it didn't get better.

Her only hope now is that the fourth prince will seize the throne as soon as possible. Once she becomes the empress dowager, she will have more freedom and power, and she won't have to go to such lengths to hide it from the outside world anymore. Perhaps there will even be hope that her face can be healed.

Even if she can never go back to how she was before, at least she won't have to suffer this inhuman torment anymore.

Jiang Yunwan's personal maid stood behind her and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven is in two days. You should refrain from wearing a mask for the next two days, as strong-smelling incense cannot be used during the ceremony."

Because she didn't know who was harming her, Jiang Yunwan would change the people serving her every now and then.

Due to the dual torment of physical and mental suffering, her temper became increasingly volatile, and she would frequently beat or kill servants. The palace servants in Changchun Palace served her with utmost care, trembling with fear as if walking on thin ice.

Jiang Yunwan knew that the palace maid meant that she should not wear a mask for the next two days and let the wound air out so that the stench of decay would not be so strong, so that she wouldn't have to rely on incense to suppress it later.

The palace maid was right, and she had already put it very tactfully, but to her ears, it was still very harsh.

A pang of pain shot through her heart, and anger surged within her. She slapped the palace maid hard across the face.

"Do you need to tell me? Get out!"

The palace maid's face was covered in blood from Jiang Yunwan's nail polish, but she didn't dare to make a sound or cover her face, and quickly retreated.

Within moments of putting on the hood, Jiang Yunwan's face and head began to itch intensely. This itching was a hundred times more unbearable than pain, and she endured this torment every day.

She knew it was because the hood wasn't breathable, but she still refused to take it off.

Jiang Yunwan tried her best to hold back her tears, because if the tears flowed into the mask and got into the wound, it would only make her feel more pain.

When will she finally be free?