Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot
Chapter 509 - 443: Retaking Destiny_3

Chapter 509: Chapter 443: Retaking Destiny_3

"I want to learn too!"

Gongsun Ziyu said as she reached out to push the door.

Hong Xiu stepped sideways, blocking her path: "Second Miss, today is not the day. This is the madam’s order."

Gongsun Ziyu could lash her whip at anyone, but she could never strike Hong Xiu.

Hong Xiu was her mother’s trusted confidante and greatly valued by her.

Gongsun Ziyu said discontentedly, "There’s a traitor in the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion!"

Hong Xiu remained unmoved.

Gongsun Ziyu, realizing she truly couldn’t enter, couldn’t help but feel curious: "What could be more important than catching a traitor?"

Inside the room.

Gongsun Liuying’s hand trembled slightly as she held the silver needle, aiming at a wooden mannequin’s acupuncture point for some time, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"It’s still not working!"

She loosened her grip, letting the silver needle fall onto the desk. "Mother, I can’t keep the silver needle steady anymore."

Xiao Rong’er’s eyes flashed with shock and heartache: "Is it because you’ve been preoccupied with wedding preparations and medical work at Anji Hospital? Could it be you’re overstraining yourself?"

Gongsun Liuying shook her head, panting as she said, "I don’t know."

Xiao Rong’er’s gaze fell on her wrist. After a moment, she turned to the third person in the room: "Elder You, could I trouble you to examine Liuying?"

"Of course, madam."

Elder You stepped forward and addressed Xiao Rong’er and Gongsun Liuying, "First Miss."

Gongsun Liuying extended her wrist to him.

He checked her pulse and examined her bones: "No fractures, no internal injuries."

Gongsun Liuying herself was skilled in medicine, so she had already deduced what Elder You stated.

Beyond medicine, Elder You possessed an additional skill—poison techniques.

This was precisely why Xiao Rong’er had summoned him.

After checking Gongsun Liuying’s pulse, Elder You nicked her finger to extract a few drops of blood, allowing them to drip into a jade bottle.

"There are no signs of poisoning, nor of being affected by Gu."

Gongsun Liuying, though born prematurely, was the daughter of destiny. From childhood until now, she had hardly fallen ill, yet her hands now inexplicably trembled.

One must understand that, as the heir to the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, her hands were her greatest weapon—they could not fail.

"It could also be non-pathological in nature," Elder You speculated. "With the wedding approaching, the First Miss might simply be overly tense. Problems like this are not uncommon and often occur in women. Once the wedding is over and her emotions settle, the symptoms should naturally resolve."

Gongsun Liuying’s expression relaxed: "Let’s hope so."

Saying this, she turned to Xiao Rong’er but found her seemingly distracted, "Mother, what’s on your mind?"

Xiao Rong’er composed herself and smiled faintly: "Ah, nothing. I heard Elder You’s words. As I suspected, it must be that you’ve overstrained yourself recently without even realizing. When a daughter marries, it’s far different from when a man takes a wife. You have to leave the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion and join another household. Naturally, I’m uneasy and worried you might suffer grievances at the Crown Prince Mansion."

Gongsun Liuying said, "I won’t suffer any grievances."

Xiao Rong’er smiled faintly: "You’re right; the Crown Princess Consort is one of our own."

Her daughter will be fine.

The daughter of destiny is her child. No one can take away her fortune.

-

The Hunting Eagle had been a petty spy at the Crown Prince Mansion for quite some time, familiarizing itself thoroughly with the layout.

Leading Meng Qianqian, it skillfully avoided the patrolling guards, navigating deftly into an uninhabited courtyard.

Afterward, it flew to the main courtyard and tugged at Liu Qingyun’s sleeve with its beak, urging him outward.

Liu Qingyun understood, letting it lead the way.

Just as he exited the main courtyard, Liu Qingyun unexpectedly encountered Dou Qingyi.

Dou Qingyi had come to see the Crown Prince.

She wore plain attire, styled ethereally, like she belonged to the heavens untouched by worldly dust.

Such beauty might be a fatal temptation in the eyes of men, but in Liu Qingyun’s eyes, it was utterly meaningless.

Liu Qingyun merely gave her a glance to avoid bumping into her, then walked away without uttering a word.

As he brushed past Dou Qingyi, the gentle evening breeze lifted her veil.

Dou Qingyi caught sight of that breathtakingly stunning face.

The memories surged back in an instant, and her breath hitched.

That was a face one could never forget—a divine beauty not akin to a mortal goddess but a true celestial being—the kind of beauty that imprinted itself in one’s soul forever.

"You—"

Dou Qingyi instinctively turned, her gaze chasing the silhouette.

Liu Qingyun, hearing her voice, turned back and looked at her oddly: "I didn’t bump into you, did I?"

After saying that, he turned again and walked away without hesitation.

Dou Qingyi’s body wavered.

Hui Zhi reacted swiftly, supporting her: "Madam, are you alright?"

Dou Qingyi clutched her chest, trembling: "It’s her..."

Hui Zhi asked, "Madam, do you know her?"

Know her? Of course.

Dou Qingyi gently touched her own face, old memories surging to the surface.

"What’s your name?"

"I... I’m called Qingqing."

"Why do you keep your head bowed so low?"

"Don’t look at me, Miss."

"What’s the matter? I once had a younger sister who was born with the same condition as you. Later, I cured her face."

"Are you... Are you for real? You can truly cure my face? If you can, I’ll repay you with my life, no matter what!"

"When walking in the martial world, you shouldn’t use your real name. Let me give you a new one—Qingyi."