Feng Jiu’er — the youngest and the most unfortunate-looking of the Feng Family’s daughters, their Ninth Miss.

A great fire years ago had destroyed her features, leaving a permanent scar across her face that would never fade.

That same fire had also turned this girl — once so bright and clever from childhood — into someone simple-minded.

Now everyone knew: Feng Jiu’er was a fool!

The night of yesterday’s banquet, Feng Jiu’er’s nursemaid had been burned to death for no apparent reason, and Yanu — who had always served by her side — had been locked away, her fate unknown.

Jiu’er had been suspected of meeting a man in secret — but the man found on her bed was none other than the God of War of the Bei Mu nation, Ninth Prince.

As for Feng Jiu’er herself, she remained missing to this very moment.

Word had it that the fool had run off with a man. By now, Feng Manor was rife with gossip and rumor…

……

When Feng Jiu’er came to, her body felt as though it had completely fallen apart, aching everywhere.

Pushing herself up from the ground, she realized she had nothing on at all beneath the man’s outer robe draped over her.

The scenes of the night before flooded back — the man pressing down on her…

“Damn it!” That bastard had taken advantage of her barely having crossed over and still being weakened and ill.

Still — it seemed he had not done the very worst to her.

She shifted her legs experimentally. There was none of that particular soreness and pain she had heard of. That man truly had not gone that far with her!

She rose from the ground, gathered the robe around herself, and tucked and knotted the hem at her waist.

Just as Feng Jiu’er was about to step out of the cave, she noticed something on her ankle as she took her first step.

An ankle chain — with a small key attached to it. Whatever material it had been forged from, she had no idea, but no matter what she tried, she could not remove it.

For now though, she had no time to worry about that.

She stepped out of the cave entrance, and at the sight of the clear mountains and clean waters stretching before her, Jiu’er fully and truly realized it — she, Feng Jiu, had really crossed over.

The nursemaid’s death could not be undone, but Yanu still had a thread of hope.

She made her way out of the hills, and after walking for roughly half an hour more, the rear gate of Feng Manor appeared before her.

As expected, the Feng Family’s people were all waiting. The moment she stepped through the rear gate, a crowd blocked her path.

Feng Qingyin had clearly not expected Feng Jiu’er to dare return at all.

But then her eyes fell on the man’s outer robe she wore, and her worry evaporated at once.

“Heavens!” Feng Qingyin covered her lips, her expression one of extreme shock. “Jiu’er, you… you’re wearing a man’s clothing! What happened to your own clothes?”

In an instant every eye in the place fell upon Jiu’er.

The hideous fool returning in a man’s clothes — the imagination could run wild wondering just what she had been doing out there the night before.

Foolish or not, scarred or not — the body beneath it all was perfectly sound, after all.

A woman was a woman; once the lights were out, wasn’t she the same as anyone else?

Feng Junzhuo, who had come upon hearing the news, took one look at his daughter and could not restrain himself — he raised his hand and brought a hard slap down toward her.

“You disgraceful wretch! How dare you do something so scandalous and shameful — you have brought ruin upon this entire household! I’ll beat you to death!”

Everyone watched as that slap from Feng Junzhuo was about to land — but just as his hand nearly reached Feng Jiu’er’s face, it was suddenly caught and held in place by a small hand.

The Ninth Miss had actually stopped Feng Junzhuo’s hand cold. And the look in her eyes — utterly cold and sharp, beyond any words.

Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu!