Chapter 39

Chapter 39: A Lesson for Herself

Meng Yang’s voice trembled as Meng Yang knelt. “Princess, this Commoner Girl knows I am lowly and should not come to see you, but… this Commoner Girl heard Madam is gravely ill. In the past, Madam’s medicine was always brewed by Princess, and Madam was only willing to use the medicine brewed by Princess.”

“So this Commoner Girl came to beg Princess. Please do not be angry with this Commoner Girl, with Heir Apparent, and with Madam. This Commoner Girl is lowly. If Princess truly cannot tolerate this Commoner Girl, then this Commoner Girl… this Commoner Girl is willing to leave on my own!”

Meng Yang called Meng Yang’s self “Commoner Girl” in every sentence, sounding humble to the bone. A clear tear slid from Meng Yang’s reddened eyes.

A fragile beauty knelt on the ground, dressed thinly, looking pitiful and sorrowful.

Sheng Zhi Wan did not need to say a single word. Just by standing there, Sheng Zhi Wan already looked like the one using power to bully people.

Sheng Zhi Wan smiled and leaned lazily against the doorframe. “You are still pregnant. If you kneel like this, are you not afraid of hurting the child in your belly?”

“Princess, every fault is this Commoner Girl’s fault,” Meng Yang said.

“As long as Princess is willing to brew medicine for Madam, this Commoner Girl is willing to kneel for as long as it takes!”

Meng Yang pressed Meng Yang’s pale forehead hard against the ground. In an instant, it reddened.

“How filial,” Sheng Zhi Wan said, voice flat and calm, without the slightest ripple.

But when Sheng Zhi Wan’s clear black-and-white eyes stared straight at Meng Yang, Meng Yang felt as if Sheng Zhi Wan saw through everything.

Still, Meng Yang had finally found an opportunity. Meng Yang would not let it go.

Sheng Zhi Wan asked, “If you are so filial, why did you not brew it yourself? Why did you come all this way to beg me?”

Meng Yang lowered Meng Yang’s eyes. “This Commoner Girl is stupid. This Commoner Girl fears I cannot do such delicate work.”

Meng Yang had heard that brewing that medicine took two and a half shichen. When Meng Yang calculated it, it came out to five hours. Five hours a day-Meng Yang would have been crazy to take it on.

Meng Yang had only not expected that Sheng Zhi Wan, an Imperial House Princess, could brew it for two whole years. It looked like Sheng Zhi Wan truly loved Qi Shu Xian deeply.

That made sense too. If Sheng Zhi Wan had not loved him so deeply, Sheng Zhi Wan would not have clashed with him because of Meng Yang.

“Stupid?” Sheng Zhi Wan narrowed Sheng Zhi Wan’s eyes. “Not necessarily. I heard Miss Meng’s medical skill is excellent. While treating people in the army, Miss Meng even ignored the Military Physician’s advice.”

Meng Yang froze. Meng Yang had not expected Sheng Zhi Wan to know even that.

In truth, in Meng Yang’s modern life, Meng Yang had indeed been a medical student. Meng Yang had only attended a junior college, and because of certain things, Meng Yang had not even managed to obtain the final diploma.

But compared to these ancient people, the medical knowledge Meng Yang learned was far ahead.

That was why Meng Yang had confidently pushed aside the original Military Physician and taken over personally.

But how did Sheng Zhi Wan know?

Meng Yang was still thinking of how to explain when Sheng Zhi Wan already lost patience for Meng Yang’s performance.

“I will not agree,” Sheng Zhi Wan said. “As for you, as long as you do not come in and dirty my courtyard, whether you leave or keep kneeling is up to you.”

Sheng Zhi Wan turned away at once.

But at that moment, Meng Yang’s eyes flickered, and Meng Yang reached out and grabbed toward Sheng Zhi Wan’s arm.

“Princess, if Princess truly cannot tolerate this Commoner Girl, this Commoner Girl can leave. This Commoner Girl only begs Princess to keep brewing medicine for Madam. It is all this Commoner Girl’s fault. Even if Princess tells this Commoner Girl to die, this Commoner Girl can-”

“Do not touch me!” Sheng Zhi Wan snapped.

Sensing Meng Yang’s approach and the calculation in Meng Yang’s eyes, scenes from Sheng Zhi Wan’s past life flashed wildly through Sheng Zhi Wan’s mind.

Sheng Zhi Wan raised a hand sharply to block and tried to avoid Meng Yang’s touch.

But almost the instant Sheng Zhi Wan moved, Meng Yang’s body swayed. Then Meng Yang screamed and fell backward-

“Ah! It hurt!”

The weak voice sounded shrill and miserable.

“Sheng Zhi Wan, what were you doing?!” a man’s icy voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Sheng Zhi Wan did not even have time to lift Sheng Zhi Wan’s eyes before a figure swept past, and then a brutal force threw Sheng Zhi Wan backward.

“Princess!” Ting Lan’s voice rang out in panic.

Sheng Zhi Wan’s palm burned with pain, and Sheng Zhi Wan’s waist slammed hard into the tree trunk beside Sheng Zhi Wan.

“Princess, do not scare this servant!” Ting Lan cried, terrified at the blood that instantly welled from Sheng Zhi Wan’s palm.

Sheng Zhi Wan’s face went pale. Memories from past life and this life seemed to twist together in the same moment.

“Wuwu, what is Heir Apparent doing? Just now it clearly was not-” Ting Lan started.

“Ting Lan!” Sheng Zhi Wan bit down hard and cut Ting Lan off.

Sheng Zhi Wan really was foolish. Sheng Zhi Wan knew Meng Yang’s tricks, yet Sheng Zhi Wan still let Meng Yang succeed again and again.

This time…

Sheng Zhi Wan clenched the thorn in Sheng Zhi Wan’s palm even deeper.

Let it be a lesson for Sheng Zhi Wan.

“Heir Apparent… I-I am fine,” Meng Yang said weakly from the ground. “I fell by myself. It-it was not Princess’s fault.”

Meng Yang lay there, fingers clenched tight.

[Dammit. Why was there moss here? Meng Yang had practiced in advance. Meng Yang had used this trick more than once. Meng Yang had even avoided the belly on purpose before the fake fall. But the moss under Meng Yang’s feet turned the planned fake fall into a real one.]

Meng Yang’s face twisted with rage. Meng Yang wanted to curse out loud, yet Meng Yang still had to force Meng Yang’s self to defend Sheng Zhi Wan.

Sure enough, when Qi Shu Xian heard that, the pity in Qi Shu Xian’s eyes deepened.

“You are still speaking for her. I saw it,” Qi Shu Xian said.

Halfway through, Qi Shu Xian’s expression suddenly changed.

“Ah! Miss, y-you are bleeding!” Meng Yang’s maid screamed.

Meng Yang froze and looked down.

The blood stood out glaringly on the plain-colored skirt. Meng Yang’s face turned deathly white. This time, Meng Yang was not acting.

If this child was gone…