The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

The flames shot into the sky, instantly illuminating the night sky.

The screams coming from inside sent chills down my spine.

By the time Shangguan Yulan came to her senses, the courtyard was already packed with people: "Fire! Fire!"

The crowd rushed to the door with buckets of water and poured them in, finally extinguishing the fire on Qi Jin's body.

But it was too late. The fire was too fierce; he was burned to a crisp, yet he still clung to life, crying out, "Help, help me... help..."

When the Countess and Duke Qi arrived, they nearly fainted upon seeing the scene before them.

The Countess, barely managing to stay upright, glared fiercely at Shangguan Yulan, who stood to the side, completely terrified: "It was you, you jinx who ruined my son, you're the one who killed him."

"No, it wasn't me," Shangguan Yulan murmured. "It was just an accident."

"Then why wasn't it you who died?" The Countess's voice was shrill and sharp, her eyes bloodshot as she looked at Shangguan Yulan: "I want you to pay for my son's life."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and grabbed Shangguan Yulan's throat tightly. Unexpectedly, Shangguan Yulan pushed the countess to the ground: "My husband is dead, and the count has no descendants. If you strangle me to death, then the only bloodline in the manor will also be gone."

Shangguan Yulan's words left the Countess stunned: "You, what did you say?"

“I said, I’m carrying the ancestor of your Earl’s family in my belly.” Shangguan Yulan’s voice was incredibly clear, each word reaching the Earl’s ears.

Despite his grief, Duke Qi retorted, "That's utter nonsense! Didn't you have a miscarriage?"

“I wanted to abort the child, but he wanted to live.” Shangguan Yulan touched her lower abdomen, her expression a mixture of pity and helplessness: “I also thought he was lost, but he survived.”

The Countess, recovering from her immense grief, called out, "Someone, someone go and fetch the royal physician."

Qi Jin was carried back to his room. The doctor came with his medicine box, examined him, and then shook his head: "He is too badly injured to survive. I am sorry for my incompetence, Master Qi."

Burns are the most difficult to treat.

Even if they are lucky enough to survive now, patients often die from the infection.

Such patients usually live for seven or eight days or even longer before finally dying a painful death.

The doctor, carrying his medical kit, took Shangguan Yulan's pulse again, his face showing surprise: "The young mistress is indeed pregnant. These days, you must avoid making her angry and make sure she maintains a good mood."

Both Duke Qi and the Countess beamed with joy: "Really? She's really pregnant?"

"My medical skills are absolutely infallible; the young mistress is indeed pregnant." After saying this, the doctor glanced at Qi Jin with sympathy, unsure whether to congratulate him or offer condolences to the Earl and his wife.

The fire started in a very strange way. How did it end up burning the second young master of the Qi family?

The Countess breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, Shangguan Yulan was pregnant.

It's just a pity for her son; how could a perfectly healthy person have turned into such a grotesque and inhuman creature?

"My son, you must hold on and survive..." The Countess wept uncontrollably.

Qi Jin opened his eyes while lying in bed, his body aching terribly. When he saw Shangguan Yulan standing in front of the bed, it was as if he had seen a demon.

He was trembling all over, pointing at Shangguan Yulan, and mumbling incoherently, "Get out, get out..."

His voice was ruined by the smoke, and it was hoarse and difficult to understand.

The Countess leaned closer and asked, "Son, what are you saying?"

The intense pain made Qi Jin feel like he was dying. He gasped for breath, his eyes rolling back in pain.

“Mother, my husband has just regained consciousness. You should let him rest.” Shangguan Yulan said softly.

The Countess had no choice but to comply.

She had already accepted the worst-case scenario; even a coffin had been prepared in the mansion.

Qi Jin's life is definitely not going to be saved.

The fire incident has been investigated and found to be caused by Qi Jin's own mistake while drunk, which led to the fire starting on him.

The fact that the two maids inside were barely clothed further illustrated Qi Jin's absurdity.

The Countess dared not investigate further and told the public that it was an accident.

This further instructed everyone in the mansion to keep their mouths shut and not to let the news leak out.

Exhausted from a long day's work, the Countess could no longer stand it and was helped back to her room by her maid.

Inside the room, only Qi Jin and Shangguan Yulan remained.

She sat quietly on the stool, looking at Qi Jin with icy eyes: "If it weren't for you, Xiuxiu and Zhihua wouldn't have died. Qi Jin, you're the one who deserves to die the most."

She hated Qi Jin to the core.

Even though Qi Jin is now burned beyond recognition, she is still not satisfied.

Qi Jin's eyes were filled with fear, and his body was trembling.

At this moment, when he looked at Shangguan Yulan, it was as if he were seeing a deadly female ghost.

From his throat, he uttered indistinct syllables: "Ghost, ghost..."

Shangguan Yulan slowly curled her lips: "I won't let you die easily. I'll make you suffer to death, making you watch your body rot into flesh and blood bit by bit every day until your bones are exposed. I'll use the best medicine to keep you alive. You won't even have a chance to die."

"Let me go..." The syllables from Qi Jin's hoarse voice were indistinct, but his eyes revealed an endless will to survive.

Shangguan Yulan knew that he didn't want to die; he was afraid of dying.

She gave a cruel smile: "It's too late to beg me now."

"no no……"

Shangguan Yulan chuckled softly, turned around, and walked out.

She stood at the doorway and addressed the servants outside: "From this day forward, no one is allowed to enter this house without my permission. If the Second Young Master's wound becomes infected, I will take your lives..."

She still looked as delicate as before, but the words she spoke sent chills down one's spine.

Everyone looked at her in horror, and although they had their doubts, no one dared to refute her.

Song Wenjun learned of the incident at the Earl's mansion three days later.

Shangguan Yulan personally visited to ask for medicine.

“Sister, my husband has suffered severe burns and the doctors are helpless. I know that Miss Qin has miraculous healing skills, so I have shamelessly come to ask for medicine.”

Song Wenjun was secretly surprised when she saw Shangguan Yulan's appearance.

She still spoke softly as before, but her eyes were filled with hostility.

The person is still the same, but it's as if they have a different soul.

Song Wenjun's heart skipped a beat, wondering if she had been reborn like her.

During this time, she tested Shangguan Yulan, and there was nothing amiss.

Song Wenjun understood: Shangguan Yulan had not been reborn; she had simply come to her senses.

She looked at Qin Qing and asked her, "Do you have any good medicine? Get some for Sister Yulan."

"There is medicine, but although it can keep a person alive, it will double the pain after taking it. At most, it can only extend their life by a few months, so it's not very meaningful..."

Shangguan Yulan smiled slightly: "If I can live a few more months, that would be the best."