Self-generated and self-destructed

  If she were forced to desperation, she would reveal all that had happened over the years and the Mu family would be doomed.

  Mu Zhihang gazed at the beautiful woman, a hint of hatred rising in his heart. If it weren't for her identity back then, he would have killed her long ago. How could she still leave behind a wild seed to shame the Mu Manor?

  Wang Ying's eyes were filled with tears, and if it weren't for her own stubbornness back then, she wouldn't have ended up in this situation now.

  "Master, after all these years, I haven't asked for anything. I just want Qingyan to be well taken care of. Is that still not enough?" Wang Ying stood up, a bit unsteady on her feet.

  She knew that Mu Zhihang didn't like her mentioning status, so over the years she had almost forgotten, only enduring silently, never wanting to fight for it.

  Lan Ya's face remained cold, she was certain that Mu Zhihang didn't have that kind of ability.

  Wang Ying's face was firm and her eyes shone brightly.

  At this, Mu Zhihang's face flashed a hint of surprise, his eyes staring at Lan Ya for half a moment before turning to look at Wang Ying, the Northern Duke was indeed not someone to be trifled with.

  The hand holding the stick loosened, damn it, and was infuriated to the point of confusion. If this woman died, it would be absolutely disadvantageous to the Mu Mansion!

  Lan Ya saw him loosen his grip on the stick, and a faint smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

  The scene was very quiet.

  A gust of wind blew in from outside the door, and Lan Ya shivered all over, the pain on her body piercing to the bottom of her heart, and even her internal organs began to ache.

  "Someone, take Second Mistress away." Half a moment later, Mu Zhihang raised his eyes and shouted loudly.

  Dong Yue was furious upon hearing this. It's just a small monarch, and for years, the old master didn't dare to kill her because of her identity!

  Mo Zhihang turned around with a cold and indifferent gaze at Lan Ya: "Get out, just looking at you is annoying. Throw her out."

  Mu Leqing felt somewhat displeased, with a heart full of resentment. She was jealous of Mu Qingyan's beauty, consumed by a mad jealousy, thinking that if it weren't for her, she would be even more dazzling and perfect!

  The second day.

  Lan Ya woke up with a body full of pain, no less than last time. Although the wounds from last time had healed, yesterday's exertion caused the wound to split open again. There was not a single place on her body that was intact.

  "Miss, it's time for your medicine." Chen Xiang came in from outside the door, with a bowl in his hand that was now half empty, and a broken ceramic shard.

  Lan Ya was not only slightly disappointed by this, but she was also thrown into the most remote and simple courtyard in the mansion, and her path to survival was also sealed off.

  These people are ruthless, planning to let her fend for herself. With severe injuries, she's not allowed to see a doctor, nor is anyone allowed to visit her. If the wound opens up again and isn't treated, it will become inflamed and infected.

  Viral inflammation, if high fever is not controlled, can easily take a life.

  From the moment she woke up, her body ached so much that she didn't dare move at all. There was no movement, and the wound had not been treated, now it's slightly inflamed and festering.

  Bai Yan was at his most painful, Lan Ya's pain brought tears to her eyes.

  "Where did it come from?" Lan Ya endured the pain, took over the bowl, and placed it on her nose to smell, it was herbal medicine.

  Chen Xiang's eyes were red, and he sniffled: "It was the second madam who secretly put it at the gate of the courtyard, Miss... your injuries..."

  The wound was too deep and she didn't dare touch it. There were no medications, and after four days, the wound had become even more frightening.

  Lan Ya took the medicine, slightly tilted her head, and looked at the scars on her fair skin. This wound wouldn't be fatal to her, although it was inflamed and festering; without medical treatment, she still wouldn't have any problems.

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