Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âSister, Saint Ruan was unable to cure the patient before. He might not be able to develop a suitable medicine to ensure that your body can withstand it. If you donât agree to my surgery for the sake of your reputation, 1 have nothing to say. Iâll just take it that Iâve let down Aunt and Uncleâs trust.â
Su Yingxue understood Su Ilanâs dilemma, so she refrained from trying to persuade her.
However, she addressed Su Hanâs medical concerns. âYou may not believe in the effectiveness of the surgery, but my father underwent the same procedure with my hands and is still living well. I have also performed abdominal surgery for the Eldest Princess of Qi State.â
Su Han gripped the blanket tightly. âThough I am afraid, I do not doubt Sisterâs medical skills. Itâs just that this abdominal parasite extraction, I justâ¦â
She covered her face and cried, unable to accept the cruel reality.
Su Yingxue didnât force Su Han. Instead, she administered some mild medicine to nourish her body.
As Su Han had just fallen asleep, Min Jia County Lord arrived with her entourage. Behind her was Madam Sheng, barely standing with assistance.
Min Jiaâs face was red and swollen, resembling a pigâs head, as she shouted, âSu Yingxue if you dare lay a hand on me, you wonât leave the Regional Princeâs Mansion safely today!â
With a wave, dozens of mansion servants rushed towards Su Yingxue.
Saint Ruan swiftly raised his sleeves. âWatch me incapacitate them with poison.â
Before the group of people could even touch Su Yingxue, they were mesmerized by Saint Ruanâs poison powder. They fell to the ground one after another, foaming at the mouth.
âYou⦠Witchcraft!â
Min Jia hid behind Madam Sheng, frightened. âCall for help! Quickly, inform everyone that Su Han and her family are all witches!â
âMadam Sheng, be cautious in your words, lest you injure your tongue.â
Su Yingxueâs gaze turned stern. A tiny needle flew from her hand, rendering Madam Sheng speechless.
âAll! All⦠Ah!â
Madam Shengâs eyes darted nervously, recalling Su Yingxueâs comment about injuring her tongue. She trembled in fear.
âMother, whatâs happening to you? Su Yingxue, you witch, what have you done to my mother?â Min Jia stomped her feet in panic, avoiding Su Yingxue as if afraid of suffering the same fate as her mother.
âWhatâs going on?â
The Old Regional Prince, though elderly, rushed over.
Seeing Madam Sheng and Min Jia surrounded, he sighed, âMadam, what has happened?â
âMaster, she⦠Itâs a witch. I canât articulateâ¦â
Madam Sheng struggled to speak, her tongue couldnât move, and in pain.
Min Jia pointed at Su Yingxue, complaining to her father. âDad, Su Yingxue is a witch, just like Su Han, carrying a ghost fetus. Everyone with the surname Su is a witch. Dad, kill them!â
âShut up!â
The Old Regional Prince was almost taken aback.
Su Yingxue was brought in by Chu Yihan, and he had shown respect. Yet, his daughter, oblivious to the consequences, publicly labeled Su Yingxue a witch.
âFather, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and kill them!â
Min Jia wished she could turn Su Yingxue into a pigâs head as well. However, the Old Regional Prince not only refrained from taking action but also scolded her.
It was only when a cold, stern voice reminded him, âSu Yingxue is a witch. What about you?â
âIâ¦. I am the county lord!â