Reborn as a doctor, he takes revenge and ruthlessly punishes the scum.

Mo Ran, filled with excitement, had just stepped out of the room when she ran into Du Youruo, who was carrying a bowl of soup.

Du Youruo smiled gently:

"Brother Mo Ran, is there some good news? You seem very happy."

Mo Ran looked at this girl, whom he had always doted on like a younger sister, and his smile deepened even more:

"Is it that obvious?"

A slight glint appeared in Du Youruo's eyes:

"Of course, it's written all over your face. So, what is it that makes you so happy?"

"The prince has made his decision."

He blurted out with a laugh, then realized the gravity of the matter. He glanced at the soup bowl in her hand and changed the subject.

"It's a good thing you're here, otherwise, we rough old men really wouldn't know how to take care of the prince."

A dark glint flashed in Du Youruo's eyes, but she still smiled gently:

“Brother Mo Ran, why are you being so formal with me? I’m an orphan, and to have you brothers take care of me, and to have the good fortune to take care of the prince, is the greatest luck of my life. I’m really afraid that one day I will lose this luck.”

A flicker of heartache crossed Mo Ran's eyes, and he quickly comforted her:

"You Ruo, what are you worrying about? Your father watched us grow up, and your older brother was our brother. Even though they're gone, we're still your older brothers. We'll always take care of you and love you like our own little sister, okay?"

A tear welled up in Du Youruo's eye, as if she was deeply moved:

"Brother Mo Ran, I knew you were the ones who loved me the most. I really wish I could stay with you all my life, by the Prince's side."

Mo Ran, however, smiled reassuringly and said:

"Silly girl, how can you stay by our side forever? Girls always have to get married. Don't worry, the prince and we will definitely choose a husband who is worthy of you, someone who is both scholarly and martial. We will definitely marry you off in a grand and glorious way, and we will definitely protect your happiness for the rest of your life."

A shadow of gloom crossed Du Youruo's face, which she concealed by lowering her head. When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with even more tears.

"Brother Mo Ran, I will not marry. I want to stay by the Prince's side and by your side for the rest of my life!"

Even though Mo Ran was usually very easygoing, she realized the strangeness in her words and suddenly understood what she meant.

Originally, he had high hopes for her and the prince.

After all these years, Du Youruo has been the only woman by Gong Mojue's side.

However, recently, he noticed the unusual emotional fluctuations Gong Mojue exhibited when facing Yu Shuyan. Only then did he realize that Gong Mojue had absolutely no romantic feelings for Du Youruo.

After all, when facing Du Youruo, apart from his slightly better complexion, he never showed any emotional fluctuations.

For a moment, a pang of reluctance flashed through his heart, yet he still couldn't help but remind him:

"You Ruo, what girl doesn't get married? Don't worry, whether it's the prince or us, we will carefully select a suitable husband for you."

After saying that, seemingly unwilling to face Du Youruo, he walked past her and left quickly.

"You Ruo, I have something to take care of, so I'll be leaving now. The Prince is in his room; please bring the soup in."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already turned the corner and disappeared.

Du Youruo slowly raised her lowered head, her gentleness and dignity completely replaced by gloom and coldness.

The hand holding the soup bowl gripped the bottom of the bowl tightly, and the neatly trimmed nails broke off in several places due to excessive force.

However, soon, looking at the tightly closed door, her expression softened again. If it weren't for the broken fingernail, one would really wonder if that expression was just an illusion.

She gently knocked on the door, a tender smile playing on her lips:

"Your Highness, it is You Ruo. I have come to bring you soup."

As he spoke, he reached for the door.

"No need, you can go back first. You don't need it anymore. You brought me soup yourself tonight, and you don't need it anymore."

Du Youruo's hand, which was pushing the door open, suddenly stopped. A deep disbelief flashed in her eyes, followed by tears welling up, her voice trembling with grievance.

"Your Highness, what do you mean? Did I do something wrong that made you resent me? Please tell me, and I will change. Please don't ignore You Ruo."

Inside the door, Gong Mojue frowned slightly, but his voice remained relatively gentle:

“You Ruo, you did nothing wrong. I just suddenly realized that you are no longer the little girl you used to be; you have grown into a young woman. Men and women should not be too close, and your coming to my place at night is bad for your reputation. Since I consider you my younger sister, I will definitely consider everything for you.”

Du Youruo grew anxious, and the tremor in her voice intensified:

"Your Highness, since she is my sister, why do you avoid this unnecessary suspicion? Or do you dislike me and feel that I am not worthy to be by your side?"

Inside the door, Gong Mojue's brows furrowed slightly:

"You Ruo, since I've said it, you are my sister, and you can only be my sister. Do you understand?"

Du Youruo panicked and, disregarding everything else, pushed open the door and rushed inside:

"Your Highness, I have no delusions of love. I only wish to stay by your side, even if it means being a slave or a maid. Is that not allowed?"

Gong Mojue frowned and stared straight at Du Youruo. Although he did not speak, the coldness slowly rising in his eyes said it all.

Du Youruo's heart, which had just been excited, suddenly sank under his cold gaze.

She suddenly had a feeling that if she didn't do something quickly, Gong Mojue might send her out of the palace at any moment.

A flash of regret crossed her eyes. In a sudden shift of thought, she knelt abruptly on the ground, burying her head between her hands, prostrating herself, her voice choked with sobs:

“Your Highness, I was wrong. After my father and brothers passed away, I regarded you as my only support in this life. As long as I can stay by your side, whatever status you give me, that is all I can accept. I remember it. I only hope that you will not let me leave. I am all alone now. If I leave you and the palace, I really don’t know what the meaning of life is.”

Looking at her lying on the ground, the broken pieces of the soup bowl that had shattered when she knelt down had cut her arm, and although not deep, they had still drawn a lot of blood.

She paid no heed and simply knelt, trembling.

Gong Mojue finally couldn't bear it. After a long silence, he sighed softly, his voice cold and deep:

"There are some things I don't want to say a second time. You... may leave!"

Du Youruo's eyes flickered slightly:

She knew that as long as she mentioned her father and brothers, and added a bit of self-inflicted suffering, Gong Mojue would definitely consider their loyalty and feel more guilty and pity towards her.

His expression was filled with sorrow and gratitude. He bowed deeply again, quickly tidied up the mess on the floor, bowed his head, and left, closing the door behind him.

The moment she closed the door and turned around, her entire face twisted and distorted.

She slowly turned her head, taking one last deep look at the tightly closed door. Her eyes blazed with a mixture of determination and venomous resentment. She gritted her teeth and whispered:

"Gong Mojue, you can only be mine!"