The ugly queen wants to divorce her husband

With a "squeak" sound, the old wooden door was opened from the inside, and Xia Houyu had just stepped out of the threshold with one foot, and Ye Yongan came up to greet him.

"How about it?"

She urgently wanted to know what the Fufengfa high priest said to Xia Houyu.

Xia Houyu did not answer Ye Yongan first, but first sent a message to Feng Qianxue, the high priest, who wanted to see her for something. When Feng Qianxue entered the courtyard, he told Ye Yongan the method the high priest told him.

When Ye Yongan heard that these two methods actually required them to climb up the snowy mountain so hard before they were willing to talk about it, she was almost furious. She thought it was because of some unique secret skill that Xia Houyu came to visit in person to annoy her. She was afraid that the high priest would not tell him what to do, but she knew she could think of heating Xia Houyu to prevent him from freezing into ice.

I really don’t know why I have to make it so mysterious. Ye Yongan estimated that this high priest was probably a great stickman.

Feng Qianxue came out of the yard before Xia Houyu had time to tell High Priest Ye Yongan that there was a way to restore her appearance.

"You come with me."

The three of them were taken to a more remote courtyard by Feng Qianxue and settled there. Early the next morning, Li Ningyuan was politely invited down the mountain, while Xia Houyu and Ye Yongan were left behind.

Ye Yongan asked Xia Houyu: "Your Highness, what are we doing here? The high priest can't detoxify you and it's so cold here. Why don't we go down the mountain and go back to the palace?"

Ye Yongan has always been afraid of the cold, and now it would cost her her life to stay on this snowy mountain.

"Actually, this is the purpose of bringing you with me to Fufeng."

"what?"

"Qianxue, oh, no. She is a saint. She once told me that maybe it would be possible to remove the scars on your face in Fufeng. So I begged my father to let me bring you."

Xia Houyu always remembered that Ye Yongan was jealous of Feng Qianxue last time and refused to let him call Feng Qianxue Qianxue, but he was used to it and couldn't change it. Ye Yongan's little mouth started to pout again.

"Why haven't you mentioned this to me before?"

"I'm also afraid to tell you that you have hope in your heart. If I can't find a way to treat your face here, you won't be disappointed."

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. It's hard for Xia Houyu to even take care of her mood.

In fact, Ye Yongan had no hope for this at all. She herself believed that the burn scars and flesh would be scorched unless skin grafting could be done, or they would stay with her for the rest of her life. Skin grafting was obviously not possible in this era, so she didn't know what method the high priest could use. Although she didn't have much hope for this, she was still quite curious.

So Ye Yongan, who was full of curiosity, was taken to the residence of the high priest. It was not the courtyard they visited yesterday, but a sunken valley in the snow-capped mountains. Feng Qianxue took them down and the temperature got higher and higher. The snow became thinner and thinner, and the rocks gradually became exposed.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, a wooden fence appeared in front of me. The fence was very high, but you could also see a piece of pink in the fence, which turned out to be a peach forest.

Who can believe that such a peach forest can grow in the snow-capped mountains? Although the peach forest is beautiful, it seems impossible to enter! At first glance, you can't even see the door, it's all a high fence. Do you have to climb over the fence to get in?

Feng Qianxue led them to a stream. She didn't know where she got a lotus lamp from, put a note in the lamp and put the lamp into the stream.

The lotus lantern swayed left and right as the water flowed forward slowly, then passed under the fence.

"I have already communicated with the high priest and you guys. When the high priest sees the note, he will have someone come to take you in. I have nothing to do here anymore, so I will leave first."

"Aren't you coming with us?"

Ye Yongan asked Feng Qianxue, and Feng Qianxue shook his head.

"The high priest does not want to see me. This valley is bounded by the fence here. No one can cross the boundary without the call of the high priest. I have brought you here, I will leave first."

Not long after Feng Qianxue left, a fence near the stream opened. Inside, an old woman with gray hair waved to them, inviting them to come in.

Ye Yongan and Xia Houyu looked at each other, and Xia Houyu took her hand and led her into the peach forest.

I followed the old woman and walked in twists and turns in the peach forest for a long time before arriving at a wooden house. The old woman knocked on the door, and the high priest came out of the house. He smiled lightly at the two of them without saying a word, only made a gesture of invitation and took them into the house.

Judging from the architectural style and furnishings of this house, it is not the style of Fufeng Kingdom at all, but is quite similar to that of Dayu Kingdom. If it weren't for the fact that the high priest and the old woman were both wearing Fufeng style, Ye Yongan would have felt like he was still in Dayu Country.

Ye Yongan was very curious about the high priest, so he looked at the high priest a few more times. As he looked at it, he felt that this man seemed a bit familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

The high priest personally made tea for the two of them. It was not butter tea from Fufeng Kingdom but Yuqian Longjing from Dayu Kingdom. Ye Yongan didn't understand this and didn't think much about it, but Xia Houyu understood it, so he thought about it a lot.

How could there be a peach blossom forest on the snow-capped mountains? How could the high priest still make tea? Only Dayu had the Yuqian Longjing. And she seems to be very clear about her own affairs. The more I think about it, the more I feel that there is something weird about this high priest and I need to be careful.

"It must be Princess Yong'an, take off the mask."

As soon as they met, he had to take off the mask he used to hide his ugliness. Ye Yongan felt that he, the high priest, was a bit disrespectful. Just when she was hesitating whether to take off the mask, she heard the high priest say: "You don't have to feel embarrassed. If you want me to treat your face, you won't let me see how I want to treat it."

Ye Yongan took off the mask and said to the high priest: "Forget it, I'll let you see it, otherwise you won't give up."

The high priest observed the scars on Ye Yongan's face very carefully, and touched it with his hand before saying: "It was burned by fire, right? How did it happen? It must have been a few years ago, and there was still something inside that was not taken care of at the beginning. The debris of the soil charcoal was not cleaned up at first, and it has already grown on the skin and flesh."

Ye Yongan also wanted to know how and who made this face. Xia Houyu suspected that it was Princess Pingnan, but so far no evidence has been found.

"I don't know. I injured my head some time ago and lost my memory."

"Oh, amnesia."

The high priest laughed. Ye Yongan felt that this man was laughing inexplicably. Is the all-purpose excuse of amnesia ridiculous?

She didn't lie. She really didn't know whether the original owner's injury was caused by an accident because of her unlucky encounter with the fire, or whether it was a plot to kill her.

"I'm [-]% sure that I can restore your appearance, but the process will be more painful, and it may fail and make you even uglier. Do you dare to let me treat you?"

Eighty percent is already considered very high. If a current hospital performs an operation and tells you that it has an eighty percent chance of success, then there will basically be no problems.

However, seeing that the high priest was only in his 30s, Ye Yongan still felt that it would be more reliable to find an older person who was more experienced and more reliable when it came to seeing a doctor. Adhering to her usual thoughts, and because this high priest was not a doctor who specialized in treating diseases and saving people, she always felt that it was not reliable to give her face to this high priest.

Ye Yongan couldn't make up his mind, so she asked Xia Houyu with her eyes. Xia Houyu thought about it and wanted to ask the high priest: "We are still willing to take the high priest's hand. I don't know what the high priest needs in exchange."

Ye Yongan was dumbfounded when he heard what Xia Houyu said. I am asking you for your opinion to ask you to help me make a decision! Why is this person so unreliable! Aren't you afraid that if you fail, you will be made even more ugly? Couldn't it be that his own face could help her make decisions so casually?