Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord
Chapter 1146: Madam Wang’s Disfigurement

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: Madam Wang’s Disfigurement

The maids rushed forward, helping her up while asking, "Madam Wang, are you alright?"

Madam Wang angrily raised her head. Her face, originally adorned with exquisite makeup, was smeared with tears after her fall. Blood trickled from her mouth, making her look both pitiable and terrifying.

"Mm... Mm... Mm...!"

At this moment, Madam Wang felt as if she would rather be dead.

Were these maids all idiots?

Seeing her covered in injuries, they didn’t even think to call for a doctor.

Frustrated, despite her fury, she couldn’t say a word and was left helpless.

Seeing Madam Wang’s bloodied face, the maids flustered and fumbled.

But none of them remembered to go fetch the doctor.

Madam Wang was so anxious she could only glare desperately: "Mm... Mm... Mm...!"

One of the maids said, "Oh dear, Madam, you’re so badly hurt. You shouldn’t be speaking right now."

Another maid chimed in, "Exactly! Guard Long was way too rough, how could he treat Madam like this? His audacity is too much. Madam is going to be the Princess Consort of War Prince someday—what if she’s disfigured?"

Disfigured?

When Madam Wang heard this, her eyes widened as if realizing something. She shoved aside the maids supporting her, lifted her skirt hem with both hands, and bolted away like the wind.

Her mind was solely fixated on returning to her room to check her reflection in the mirror and see if she had been disfigured. She completely forgot to summon the maids and dashed off by herself.

Moments ago, she was wailing in despair.

Now, she was sprinting like her life depended on it.

The maids stood staring, stunned, at Madam Wang’s gradually receding figure.

"Mad... Madam... Madam Wang, what is she doing?"

"Seriously, she was just writhing in pain a moment ago—how can she suddenly run so fast now?"

The maids exchanged bewildered looks, completely puzzled about what just happened.

Turning their heads toward the tightly shut door of the Prince’s chambers, despite all the commotion Madam Wang had caused outside, no one emerged to check.

Madam Wang had left.

The maids also dispersed one by one.

Inside the chamber:

Long Yi stood respectfully by the bedside. "Prince, they’ve all left."

"Mm."

The War Prince reclining on the bed gazed sharply, his eyes clear. He reached up to touch his face, pulling away a thin human skin mask that revealed an unparalleled beauty beneath.

Long Yi exclaimed, "Prince, you truly are brilliant, predicting that the Imperial Physician would make you remove the mask."

Long Rui frowned, "I know exactly what kind of man The Emperor is. For years, he has sought to confirm my appearance, fearing I might be unharmed and pose a threat to his throne."

The current Emperor was inherently distrustful and had always been wary of the military power Long Rui wielded, fearing he might overthrow the throne.

Years ago, Long Rui feigned disfigurement and wore a mask to avoid confrontation and to ease The Emperor’s suspicions so as not to provoke continuous targeting.

But the narrow-minded Emperor continued pressing him relentlessly, intent on eliminating him.

Now, news of his hideously marred appearance would surely reach the Imperial Palace. The Emperor would be quite pleased, wouldn’t he?

After all, through dynasties past, it was unheard of for someone with defects to ascend the throne.

You Yi muttered indignantly, "That foolish ruler, his paranoia will be the downfall of Moli Country sooner or later."

Long Rui nodded. "Tonight, take care of Madam Wang. I need to go out briefly."

As he mentioned Madam Wang, Long Rui’s frown deepened. That woman was like a bothersome leech he couldn’t shake off. And yet, the foolish Emperor had such an eye for talent—a great irony to have plucked such a character from a brothel.

Long Yi knew the Prince was most likely going to see Miss Situ again, so he simply nodded, "Understood."