How did the prince, who was easily deceived by Qin Jiaoyue into hating him even more in his previous life, have such deep love?
And when Prime Minister Qin heard the news, he felt that his useless legitimate daughter had been burning incense for eight lifetimes, so how could he be picky anymore?
Then he agreed and happily agreed that the Holy Spirit would choose a day to formally grant the marriage.
So Mrs. Qin was frightened and angry, and while Qin Jiaoyue was still seriously injured, she simply used the same dirty tricks as before to kill Jun Lan.
"Miss, are you hungry?"
Jun Lan interrupted Qin Jiaoxi's thoughts with a smile, and quickly unfolded her dress: "First put on your coat and go out to have something to eat, then I will..."
Before she finished speaking, Qin Jiaoxi suddenly slipped out from under her arm and ran out.
"Eh? Miss? Miss, you haven't put on your clothes yet!"
Jun Lan anxiously followed with her coat in hand.
But Qin Jiaoxi, who had already set his sights on the steaming pot of porridge on the table outside, had already made a plan in his mind. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and slammed his head against the table.
Only a loud "clang" was heard, followed by the sound of shattering plates.
Qin Jiaoxi fell on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
Until Jun Lan's tragic exclamation was heard next to her ears: "Miss! My lady!"
Jun Lan hurriedly helped Qin Jiaoxi up, and saw that most of her face was red from the boiling porridge.
"Oh my God! Someone come quickly, come quickly, call the doctor!"
"No!"
Qin Jiaoxi stretched out her slender little hands and pulled Jun Lan tightly, wincing in pain: "No, no need, get a basin of cold water first..."
When Mrs. Qin led her people into the remote and dilapidated courtyard, what she saw was the swollen and eroded left half of Qin Jiaoxi's face, which was so painful that she couldn't even open her eyes.
Jun Lan knelt down by the stone table and cried while using cold water to help her clean the rotten skin on her face.
Mrs. Qin took half a step back in shock, forgetting all the words she had prepared earlier.
"What happened?"
Jun Lan was so frightened that she almost knocked over the basin. She turned around and saw Mrs. Qin immediately lying on the ground and crying:
"Madam! Madam, please call a doctor quickly... The young lady just fell down and her face was burned by the hot porridge!"
Grandma Wang and the three maids looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. It seemed that the actions they had prepared were no longer needed.
Mrs. Qin looked at Qin Jiaoxi's face carefully and said softly: "If it was burned by porridge, how could it be so rotten?"
Jun Lan suddenly cried even more sadly: "It's all my fault! I blame you for only going to get cold water. The young lady was alone and scared and rubbed her face hard with her sleeves, breaking the blisters and tearing off the skin..."
Qin Jiaoxi was wincing in pain, but she still squinted and saw the corners of Mrs. Qin's mouth gradually rising.
Her heart also fell back to its original position.
Finally, Grandma Li, who had an appointment with Qin Jiaoxi, came over and said, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you hurry up and call the doctor!"
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The next day, the news of the disfigurement of the Prime Minister's daughter spread throughout the imperial capital faster than the rumors of the supernatural dream last time.
What's even more exaggerated is that in just one day, there were new rumors that Qin Jiaoxi's face was injured because he ignored his ancestor's instructions in a dream and wanted to marry the prince.
This time the royal family was completely shocked. Even the prince's fifteenth birthday was only held in silence, let alone a wedding.
In the days that followed, whenever you were near Qin Jiaoxi's yard, you could hear Jun Lan shouting.
"Miss, this meat is not good for burns. You must not eat it...ah! Why did you swallow it all?"
"Miss, you must not eat this cold thing, no, oh miss, why, why don't you listen?"
"Miss, you can't expose your face to the sun anymore, ah! Miss, miss--"
After seeing Qin Jiaoxi's face in person, Mrs. Qin ordered: "Mother Wang, the eldest lady has been weak recently. She can fall on her face when walking. She needs to make up for it. Ask the kitchen to make more stew for the eldest lady. Every day.
Japanese pig head meat is indispensable!”
"Also, I heard that the vassal country of the big island in the south sent a lot of fresh fish to the imperial capital, and our prime minister's office also divided a lot of it, and had everyone make soup and send it to the eldest lady's yard!"