That night, after Feng Jiu’er had bathed and changed her clothes, she began to sort through what the people from the Ninth Prince’s household had sent.

The medicinal herbs sent by the Ninth Prince’s household were rare treasures she had never encountered in the modern world — no, more than that — they were of the most supreme quality!

It was said that the Ninth Prince’s power over the realm was absolute, that he held such great authority that even the Emperor had to be wary of him. And to think, even the things he casually sent over were this precious — truly a man of immense wealth.

Yanu carried in a bowl of blood-replenishing broth and blinked at her, gesturing for her to drink it.

Feng Jiu’er did not hesitate. She waited for the broth to cool somewhat, then drank it down in one go.

Yanu then held out some wound medicine and looked at her.

Feng Jiu’er said: “You were injured too. Let me apply the medicine to you first.”

Yanu looked at her, a trace of bewilderment in the depths of his eyes — he seemed to be struggling somewhat to accept her transformation.

The old Feng Jiu’er had been vacant and foolish. How could she possibly be this calm and collected now?

Feng Jiu’er saw through his confusion with a single glance. She smiled and said: “Don’t be afraid. I took a fall and it knocked some sense back into me. But……”

She leaned in close and lowered her voice: “There are people in this manor who have always wanted to harm me. So the fact that my mind is restored — that cannot be spoken of freely.”

Yanu nodded vigorously, a light of joy shining in his eyes.

It was only then that Feng Jiu’er noticed — Yanu had a remarkably beautiful pair of eyes.

What a pity his face had been ruined. Without that, those eyes alone would have made him an extraordinarily handsome man.

“Were you beaten by them? Take off your shirt — let me apply the medicine.”

That maid who had been kneeling on the floor of her room the previous night, saying things like “Our young mistress has not been meeting with any man” — she was not actually her maidservant at all.

She was Feng Qingyin’s maid, one who followed Feng Qingyin closely at all times.

And because Feng Qingyin and Jiu’er were often in proximity, that maid frequently appeared near Jiu’er as well — so no one had questioned her behavior the previous night.

But in truth, the only people at Jiu’er’s side were the wet nurse who had raised her since childhood, and the male servant who had always guarded her with his life — Yanu.

Yanu shook his head, declining Feng Jiu’er’s offer to apply medicine to him, utterly indifferent to his own injuries.

Feng Jiu’er was helpless about this, and could only attend to her own wounds first.

After Yanu withdrew, Feng Jiu’er looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze instinctively locking onto her face.

Half her face was ruined — yet why did these scars look so peculiar?

She studied the scars in the mirror carefully for a long while. Then, suddenly, the light in her eyes deepened. Her slender fingers gripped one edge of the scarring and pulled with force.

A soft, flexible mask peeled away in her hand.

These scars — were fake!

After tearing away the false scars, Feng Jiu’er’s complexion was fair and luminous, her skin translucent and dewy, her features delicate and pretty, her oval face flawless and perfect without a single blemish!

She was, in fact, an incomparably beautiful woman! Among all the young ladies of Feng Manor, not a single one could claim even half her beauty.

Even Feng Qingyin — whom Feng Junzhuo most favored and considered the most beautiful — beside the Feng Jiu’er of this moment, could only play the role of a supporting leaf to a flower!

She…… was this beautiful……

“Yanu!” Jiu’er threw her clothes over herself and called out sharply.

Yanu, who had been standing guard just outside, immediately pushed open the door and entered.

The moment he saw her face, Yanu’s expression changed drastically. He moved swiftly to close the door behind him.

Yanu’s reaction made it immediately clear to Feng Jiu’er — he already knew about the scars.

“Why?” Every day it was Wet Nurse and Yanu who attended to her, and it was Yanu who had always applied the medicine to her face.

Had even Yanu betrayed her?