Confiscating property? A stunningly beautiful substitute bride empties the national treasury and is

"Alright, you only know how generous the adults are!"

As she spoke, Wang took out the written agreement, pricked Sun Wuyin's finger with a needle, and pressed a fingerprint onto it.

"Thank you, sir. We won't disturb you any longer. Please focus on your treatment!"

As she spoke, Wang winked at Song Qingqian, then led the other women away. This young lady Lu is truly clever!

Sun Wuyin was so angry that her teeth itched, and then she said in an annoyed tone, "Are you feeling better now? Can your injury be healed?"

Song Qingqian smiled faintly and said, "Of course."

She then said earnestly, "I was willing to treat you from the beginning, but you didn't want to, and there was nothing I could do about it."

"If you had agreed earlier, would you still be suffering this injustice now?"

"you…"

Sun Wuyin was speechless after being rebuked. Indeed, if he had agreed to Song Qingqian's request from the beginning, none of this would have happened. It's true…

Song Qingqian used a dagger to remove the gauze from his face. Sun Wuyin was terrified when he saw the dagger, fearing that Song Qingqian might accidentally stab him in the face again, causing secondary injury.

"Oh my god! This...this face is gone?"

Song Qingqian deliberately exclaimed, "Sir, this will definitely leave a scar, unless..."

"Unless what? Didn't you promise me you could restore me to my original state? Why are you going back on your word?"

Sun Wuyin pressed for an answer.

Song Qingqian frowned and said, "Sir, your face is ruined. To restore it to its original state, you'll need a skin graft. I'm afraid someone else's skin won't work; you'll have to use your own. Can you accept that?"

"What do you mean?"

Sun Wuyin was horrified. What did he mean by wanting his own skin? Did he mean he had to be skinned alive and have his tendons pulled out?

Song Qingqian patiently explained, "It means we'll peel off a piece of your skin and put it on your face, but there will definitely be scars on other parts of your body."

"Then...can we use someone else's?"

Sun Wuyin anxiously pressed for an answer, saying that anyone's would do, but his own was definitely not acceptable; it would be excruciating for him.

"Sir, I've already said no. If you put someone else's skin on your face, it will cause rejection, and then your face will become completely necrotic. You have to use your own."

"Sir, is this acceptable to you? If you don't get a skin graft, it'll just be a wrinkled scar. You get used to it after a while, it's not unsightly."

As Song Qingqian explained, she made sarcastic remarks. Just thinking about how her eyes were gone and half of her face was ruined, she realized that people would have to avoid her if they saw her. It was too creepy!

Sun Wuyin remained silent for a while before asking, "Which part of the hide do you want?"

"Thighs and abdomen are both fine."

"Then... how about the abdomen? When do you need to use it?"

Song Qingqian hesitated for a moment, then said frankly, "Not now. We have to wait until the wound has scabbed over and healed, which will take at least ten days."

"so long?"

Song Qingqian sighed and reminded him, "Sir, this is about gaining weight, it takes time. Your face is still covered in blood, what should we do? Should I get you a bronze mirror to take a look?"

Sun Wuyin retorted, unconvinced, "Then how did Lu Jingchuan's injuries heal so quickly? Are you lying to me?"

"Sir, you all look at Lu Jingchuan. He went to the battlefield when he was just a teenager. Can you compare to his physical condition?"

"You've been exiled by carriage or horseback, and you haven't walked more than a few steps yourself. Not to mention you're no match for Lu Jingchuan, you can't even compare to the other people in the exile group!"

"Sir, please don't take offense at my harsh words, but think about it carefully, isn't that the case?"

Song Qingqian spoke earnestly, but everyone was trying to compare themselves to Lu Jingchuan. The medicine she used for Lu Jingchuan was bought with a fortune. Did the others deserve it?

She received so much wealth from the Lu family, it's not unreasonable for her to use it on them, right? Ordinary medicinal herbs are enough for everyone else, but if they want special medicine, forget it!

"Okay...okay! I'm itchy and in pain right now, you need to treat me quickly, otherwise even if I sign that consent form, you won't be able to leave."

Sun Wuyin snorted coldly.

"I'm being treated right now, why are you rushing me, sir? Treatment takes time."

The two were not too far apart. Smelling the faint smell of alcohol on Song Qingqian, Sun Wuyin frowned deeply.

She and Lu Jingchuan were actually drinking together. What were they going to do after drinking? Flirt?

The thought that he was still in excruciating pain while Lu Jingchuan was living a carefree life filled him with hatred.

He hadn't tasted Lu Jingchuan's women yet, but with that face and that figure, Sun Wuyin's heart immediately began to itch, and his gaze towards Song Qingqian became even more intense.

He reached out, wanting to put his arm around Song Qingqian's slender waist, but cried out in pain at the sight of her face.

"Ouch... Be gentle, be gentle."

Song Qingqian glanced at him, her movements becoming increasingly rough. In a short while, Sun Wuyin was covered in a cold sweat, and his improper thoughts were long gone.

Song Qingqian curled her lips into a cold smile. Still want to go back to the way things were? Dream on. A person as filthy as Sun Wuyin deserves to be evil inside and out.

Besides, even if he agrees readily now, can he endure the pain of being skinned alive? Without anesthesia, he wouldn't last even half a cup of tea.

Just when Sun Wuyin thought he was about to die from the pain, Song Qingqian bandaged him up again, leaving him puzzled:

"Why is it still so painful? What kind of treatment did you give me?"

"Sir, do you see that incense stick? Once it burns out, you'll feel better and can sleep peacefully at night."

As Sun Wuyin spoke, he glanced at Song Qingqian. The incense stick was almost completely burned out, and he asked in disbelief:

"What if it doesn't work and it still hurts?"

Song Qingqian packed her medicine box and said firmly, "If I say it doesn't hurt, it definitely doesn't hurt. There's no 'what if'."

"Since there's nothing else, sir, I'll be leaving now!"

Sun Wuyin glanced at Song Qingqian with lingering affection, then waved his hand, signaling her to leave!

He truly wanted to possess Song Qingqian, but to be honest, he didn't have the guts. Not to mention Lu Jingchuan, Song Qingqian herself was a very strange person, and anyone who got involved with her had no good outcome.

He then covered his face and ordered Xiao Zhuozi, "Go, have Song Weilan come to my room in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

He can't do anything to Song Qingqian, even though they're both daughters of the Song family, but he can't easily control Song Weilan!

"Yes!"

As Xiao Zhuozi was leaving, he dared to ask, "Sir, since you didn't call for Yu Ke'er, could you perhaps let her...?"

Sun Wuyin gave him a wicked smile, glanced at him, and then said, "Go!"

"Yes, thank you, sir!"

Xiao Zhuozi left in a cheerful mood.

Just as Song Qingqian was about to return to her room, she turned around and asked, "Has Lu Jingchuan returned?"

"without!"

"I'll go check right away!"

A moment later, Bei Chu hurriedly knocked on Song Qingqian's door: "Young Madam, something terrible has happened! Master has disappeared, and Bei Ying is also nowhere to be found."

"what?"

Song Qingqian was greatly alarmed and hurriedly ordered, "Separate to search. There are people of yours both inside and outside. They shouldn't have left the post station in this short time."

"Yes!"

Song Qingqian pushed open the door and hurriedly went out. She originally thought of telling the rest of the Lu family, but after hesitating for a moment, she didn't say anything.