Chapter 7 Birthmark

Mingwu felt weak in her limbs, with twitching at the corners of her mouth. As she looked up at the sky, tears shimmered in the corners of her eyes. "God, is it too late for her to leave now?"

She asked, "With a birthmark on her buttocks, is she supposed to remember to pounce on any man who is similar in age to her older brother and pull down his pants?"

Mingwu felt like banging her head against the wall. But Xier, after catching her breath, added, "But..." Mingwu gritted her teeth, imagining tragic love stories where lovers ended up as siblings. She interrupted, "But what? Finish your sentence!"

Xier was somewhat nostalgic for the old Mingwu, who, although not as clever as now, had a good temper. She didn't get angry and didn't scare her to shiver all over. Xier spoke softly, "But Madam doesn't believe it. The maids and servants in the mansion all say that Madam is pretending to be harsh on you because she pities you and wants to please the old Madam."

Su's treatment of her was really good, she could tell. It was possible that these words were fabricated by Su.

Enduring the throbbing pain in her head, Mingwu followed Xier to Changhui Courtyard.

Prepared for the fact that the old Madam wouldn't see her, Mingwu was not surprised at all. But she couldn't kneel for fifteen minutes. She couldn't bring herself to do it, and she didn't want to force herself, as she could faint even while standing.

So Mingwu just stood there, obediently like a wooden stake.

After fifteen minutes, she and Xier were carried out of Changhui Courtyard.

Inside Handan Courtyard, Madam Zhou, upon hearing that the girl had fainted, was not worried at all. She even praised the girl in her heart before putting on an anxious look and going to meet them. From a distance, she saw Mingwu and Xier being carried back, one in front and one behind, and her brow furrowed.

Xier was used to doing rough work, how could she faint after kneeling for just fifteen minutes? Wasn't this obviously too fake? Why was she so unreliable?

Madam Zhou went up to them. Mingwu had her eyes closed tightly, her face pale, looking really ill. Xier cried, "My buttocks hurt so much..."

Tears streamed down Xier's face. The girl was standing there, and she reminded her to kneel, but the girl didn't listen. She didn't dare to persuade her too obviously, thinking that the plan had changed. She didn't expect the girl to suddenly faint after fifteen minutes. She was caught off guard and couldn't support the girl, so she ended up being the one to cushion her fall, and her unlucky buttocks hit the flower bed, causing her great pain.

Madam Zhou listened to the account and nodded repeatedly. This bump not only didn't seem fake, but also made it more realistic.

Mingwu was carried back to bed, and the soft blanket made her want to just hum and sleep, ignoring everything. But just as she was about to doze off, the imperial physician arrived, led by Duke Dingbei himself.

In the past, Mingwu would have definitely discussed medical skills with him, but now she could only lie in bed and let the imperial physician take her pulse. She felt a bit guilty, afraid that her pale complexion was due to pressing acupoints.

Duke Dingbei watched from the side. When the physician finished, he asked, "Doctor Wang, how is the young lady?"

Doctor Wang glanced at Mingwu. Although her eyes were still innocent and clear, there was a hint of cunning and cleverness that hadn't been there before. It seemed that she was really better, but... it was a bit too quick.

Feeling somewhat puzzled, but seeing Duke Dingbei looking anxious, Doctor Wang smiled and said, "Don't worry, young lady is blessed. The blood clot in her brain has dispersed, and now she is no different from an ordinary person. The sudden fainting was due to her weak body. She just needs to recuperate for half a month. As for the amnesia..."

Doctor Wang hesitated, not knowing how to explain. He had never seen or read about a patient who recovered their mental faculties but then lost their memory. But he could confirm that, apart from the amnesia, Mingwu was really better.

Upon hearing that Mingwu was truly better, Duke Dingbei finally felt relieved. Perhaps amnesia wasn't a bad thing. He thanked Doctor Wang, "Thank you, Doctor Wang, for your help."

A maid led Doctor Wang to prepare the prescription, and then went to fetch the herbs and brew the medicine. Half an hour later, a bowl of bitter medicine, with a strong smell that could be detected from afar, was brought to Mingwu.

Madam Zhou, out of habit, coaxed Mingwu to take the medicine. Just now, she had heard from Doctor Wang that Mingwu was better, and tears of joy flowed from her eyes. Now she was treating her like a child again.

"Be good, drink it all in one go. It's not bitter at all when you eat the preserved fruit afterwards," Madam Zhou said softly.

Mingwu was speechless, but she did as she was told. The bitterness of the medicine made her wish she could throw away her tongue. It was only after eating several pieces of preserved fruit that she tasted sweetness in her mouth.

The maid took the medicine bowl away, and Madam Zhou tucked Mingwu in. Just as she was about to lower the gauze canopy from the brass canopy bed, a jingling sound came from outside. Although it was clear and pleasant, Mingwu's eyes drooped, and a small flame flickered in her eyes. Darn it, can't they let people sleep?

"The Fourth Miss, Fifth Miss, and the cousin are here to see you," Xueyan said from the side.

Mingwu sighed and got up from the bed, only to see three delicate and beautiful young ladies walking towards her.