The heroine takes revenge on me, I am a sickly girl, I conquer the country and enjoy happiness

"You are still thinking about me at this time, you are really..."

Ji Ruyang held Lu Ningshuang's wrist and sat down on the edge of the bed. He patted her tightly clasped hands, smiled, and coaxed her gently:

"Can you please let the slave go first?"

The girl's eyes were as black as ink, yet seemed to glow red, and her gaze was fixed on him without a moment's movement.

Combined with that pale face, it's really creepy.

But Ji Ruyang was not afraid.

He did all kinds of evil in his life without any taboos, and in the eyes of many people, he was more terrifying than a demon.

What's more, he had already been taken advantage of a lot when the second young lady was half human and half ghost.

Nowadays, there is actually no difference.

When Lu Ningshuang didn't answer, he frowned and smiled helplessly:

"Second Miss, I won't run away. Can you let me lock the door?

Although slaves have no human rights, I still want to save some face, especially in front of your group of crazy lovers."

He waited patiently.

The slaves who were trained and raised in the palace always had the best patience.

After a while, the hand loosened.

Ji Ruyang touched the girl's face, slowly stood up and walked away under her gaze, then closed and locked the door amid the angry gazes of everyone.

They only saw half of the face in the shadows.

Weird and cold.

I didn't see his calmness and composure.

When all three doors were closed, the stained glass windows were locked, and the curtains were drawn, the room became dark.

Ji Ruyang took out a fire starter and lit the colorful goose and fish lantern on the dressing table.

The dim light illuminated the bronze dressing mirror with flower, bird and fish patterns not far away, and also illuminated the mutilated body in the mirror.

He looked at the ugly body that he had not looked at carefully since entering the palace, and sighed softly in his throat:

"Second Miss, eunuchs are really not fun."

Ji Ruyang's thoughts were clear and calm. He recalled in his mind the fate of those who had bullied him. They were all dead without a burial place.

Only the top of the hair exposed behind the shoulders is not only living well in the world, but also doing things that are even more humiliating to him.

Ji Ruyang doesn't like to reflect. He hates reflection, and he doesn't like to think about its meaning.

Being alive is the greatest meaning!

……

As the moon rose higher, the door that had been closed for a long time finally opened.

Ji Ruyang came out wrapped in a loose black robe, with the hood pulled down so that only his smooth chin could be seen.

"The payment is in exchange for the goods. Whether the treatment is effective or not depends on your ability."

Everyone watched him leave, and no one tried to stop him, because he was Emperor Mingde's lackey, and sending Lu Ningshuang back might be part of his conspiracy.

Now that Lu Ningshuang has been found, they don't want to create any more trouble.

Only Fu Nanjia, who was sitting in a wheelchair, stared at his dark back for a long time and noticed his slightly bumpy walking posture under the wide black robe.

……

Mrs. Lu's health was failing, so Cuizhu and Hongxiu supported her on both sides and led her into the house.

Lu Yingxue had already applied medicine on her face and was about to go over to check on the sickly boy when Mrs. Lu had an attack.

The maid supported her and stood at the door, and the burly old woman blocked the way into the house.

Madam Lu scolded Lu Yingxue for being unlucky for her Shuang'er, and that if she was allowed in, she would definitely bring bad luck to her. She scolded Fu Nanjia for being a beast, and for not even letting her cousin go. She scolded Lu Yan for being a mere servant, and for daring to covet the young lady of the mansion...

Only Jing Shiyue was not scolded and was decisively let in.

So what if Lu Yingxue was angry? She just had to listen.

After all, as early as the Lantern Festival, this old lady who was so partial to her was a little out of her mind.

She was crazy. If she was not happy, she would beat even her father, the Duke, so hard that he would run away in fear.

Unless Lu Yingxue's plan included destroying the Lu family, she would not dare to provoke Mrs. Lu.

Lu Yingxue asked Hanqiu to bring a stool and sat in the corridor to listen to Mrs. Lu's "eloquent speech" with her hands on her hips.

People of Yuzhou bloodline are good at scolding people, and it is really unfair for her to be the wife of a duke who always follows etiquette and rules.

After scolding enough, Jing Shiyue had almost finished the diagnosis.

Mrs. Lu glanced at Hongxiu, and she slammed the door shut.

After Grandma Dian left, Lu Yingxue turned her attention to the two brothers in distress.

Fu Nanjia sat in a wheelchair with a very gloomy face.

Lu Yan leaned against the pillar, coughing up blood, his body shaky.

inside the house.

Madam Lu sat on the edge of the bed, holding Lu Ningshuang's hand, and asked worriedly:

"Why didn't Shuang'er react?"

Jing Shiyue explained:

“The Second Miss’ body was too weak, so part of her consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

The good news is that there is a strange power in her chest that exudes powerful vitality, constantly repairing her broken body, allowing her to hold on until now.

But without the addition of external forces, that power will soon be exhausted, and then death is inevitable."

Mrs. Lu asked anxiously:

"any idea?"

Jing Shiyue only said:

"Let the Second Miss rest first."

……

After receiving the news, Lu Jianzhang rushed back at dawn.

Jing Shiyue told everyone the diagnosis results in front of Lu Jianzhang.

Those present included Lu Yingxue, Lu Jianzhang, Qin Huiyun, Qin Junxiang, Fu Nanjia, Lu Yan, and Xiao Churan. Lu Jie and his men were guarding the door outside.

Jiang Shuo couldn't come back from the border.

Before Mrs. Lu was about to have an attack, Jing Shiyue stood up and stood in the middle of the hall, and spoke in a calm tone about the only way to save Lu Ningshuang.

“I don’t know what happened to the Second Miss during the months she was imprisoned by Emperor Mingde, but her body was severely corroded by the Yin Qi.

Judging from her age alone, her body is already exhausted and it is not wrong to describe her as a living dead.

Now only the Zhuyou technique can save her."

The art of Zhuyou can be traced back to ancient times. It is a mysterious Taoist witchcraft art that uses forbidden spells to fight against the heavens and can bring the dead back to life.

The entry requirements were extremely harsh and the price was too heavy. After being demonized by the world, it was listed as a forbidden technique and was lost.

The Zhuyou technique he inherited from his master is an incomplete version, but it is just enough to save Miss Lu.

"Then save him, what are you still hesitating about?!"

Madam Lu urged angrily, "As long as you save Shuang'er, I can give you wealth that you can't spend in several lifetimes!"

Lu Jianzhang comforted his wife and responded:

"Since there is a way, let's do it."

Only Lu Yingxue observed Jing Shiyue's expression and said worriedly:

"It's going to cost something, right? Tell me, what do you want us to do?"

Jing Shiyue breathed a sigh of relief, looked around and said:

"Someone needs to volunteer to give his life."

Under the gaze of Duke Lu who was suspicious of his feelings for the Second Miss, he added calmly:

"I am a caster. I can only act as a medium. I cannot dedicate my life to the Second Young Lady."

"Me! With my life!"

Madam Lu stood up excitedly, grabbed Jing Shiyue's arm tightly, and screamed in tears:

"Exchange my life for my daughter's! See how long I can live. Give all my life to Shuang'er! Please!"