The Legend of the Resourceful Princess

Prime Minister Zuo stared at Mu Ru Yue, suspecting that she had been switched out!

If it wasn't for the fact that someone had been watching him all this time, and the fact that the wounds on her body couldn't be fake, he really wanted to check them out. It seemed that he had indeed pushed too far.

Thinking this way, the Left Prime Minister instructed, "Men, put the young miss down and bring her back to her room for a good rest." With that, Prime Minister Zuo left without looking back.

It was obvious that he was infuriated.

After being put down, Mu Ru Yue loosened her muscles and bones. Her entire body was in so much pain that she wanted to jump. She was the one who was afraid of pain the most.

Because she was afraid of pain, she didn't want to be hurt like anyone else. Naturally, she was stronger than anyone else. She, Mu Ru Yue, was the organization's trump card after all. How could she have known things would turn out like this!

First, he was tricked by those bitches, then he teleported to this strange place. However, the only thing that could be considered good was this! He wouldn't need to risk his life for anyone in the future.

Once, she only wanted to break away from the organization, marry an ordinary person, have a child that did not resemble her at all, and live her entire life.

Now, at least he possessed freedom. Once the original owner's wish was fulfilled, she could then find someone to marry and fulfill her wish.

Thinking about it this way, Mu Ru Yue felt that the wounds on her body weren't unbearable. For a time, he couldn't hold back his laughter. It was just a smile, but it opened his chapped lips wide. Fresh blood dyed her lips red, causing her to look a little more flirtatious.

The housekeeper, who was waiting here, couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air when he saw Mu Ru Yue's appearance. With a hint of respect that even he didn't understand, he said to Mu Ru Yue, "Eldest Miss, please return with this old servant."

The fragrance of sandalwood wafted in the air, causing the simple room to feel a bit more comfortable. The slightly white bedcurtains accentuated the simple and crude nature of the room. Other than a few golden hairpins on the dressing table, there was nothing else in this large room.

The woman was leaning against the wooden bed. There was no expression on his pale face. Beside her sat a little girl with red eyes from crying.

At this moment, the little girl was bandaging the wounds on her body. Not far away, the old doctor was writing a prescription.

The little girl's dressing technique was not bad. It was obvious that she was used to dressing the original owner's wounds. Mu Ru Yue casually listened to the doctor's instructions to the butler.

"Even if Eldest Miss's face is healed, I'm afraid it will still leave a scar. How could your esteemed palace leave a scar on the Eldest Miss' face? " The old doctor frowned. The doctor's heart made him angry.

For a frail girl to be beaten to the point where her bones could be seen, it wasn't easy for her to survive. In that moment, it was accompanied by a few questions.

The butler was embarrassed: "This..." It was an accident. This old servant will report your words to the Prime Minister, Doctor. Thank you very much, Doctor. " After saying that, the butler left to send them off.

In the room, when the little girl heard that scars would appear on Mu Ru Yue's face, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

The little girl's crying made Mu Ru Yue have a headache.

According to ancient calculations, it should have been about six hours since she returned from the woodshed. This girl had stopped crying! She was crying so hard, her head felt like it was about to explode!

"Xing'er, don't cry." Mu Ru Yue suppressed her voice and tried her best to comfort him. It was for no other reason but because this girl was the only one who was willing to feel sorry for the original owner.

"Miss, my poor Miss, what should we do from now on?" Xing'er was sobbing as she looked at the bandage on the left side of Murong Yue's face. When she thought of the bone-deep wound, she felt a wave of despair.