Chapter Eleven: Changing Faces Faster Than Flipping Pages

  Upon hearing the subordinate's report, Mo You immediately put down the matters in his hands and hastily came to my room.

  The person on the bed had not yet woken up, and the wound had already been bandaged by the imperial physician. His ears recalled the words of the imperial physician once again...

  The lady was injured by a sharp object, I reckon it's because of the edge of that iron spoon. Yang Ma has been following me for many years and has always been careful with her actions. How could she be so careless this time?

  Looking at the person lying on the bed with their eyes closed, I felt a few more points of unease in my heart: if she had recovered her memory because of this, then she couldn't stay... but it wasn't the best timing right now. Just as I was thinking about this, the person's eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly opened their eyes. I bit my lip and furrowed my brow, seemingly pulling on the wound on my head. Looking at the person by the bed again, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised, saying: "How did you end up here?"

  "Why can't I come? Or is it that Madam thinks you haven't been properly taken care of by your husband these past few days, so she's scolding him?"

  I hastily waved my hand and explained: "No, no, how dare I?"

  Ying Mo smiled faintly and continued: "It seems that Yang's mother has lost her composure, but she just explained to me that it was only a momentary mistake. I hope the madam won't mind."

  "Oh, no big deal, look, I'm not dead yet, am I?" I said, patting my chest to show off my energetic and lively spirit.

  Ying Mo Yu's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he said, "Since Madam is not seriously ill, that's good. Rest well, I have important matters to attend to, I'll take my leave first."

  I'm shocked by his change and wonder who invented the phrase "a woman's face changes faster than a book page" - men are no better!

  Just as Mo Yu had stepped out of the door, Xiao Qian rushed in and threw herself at my window, sobbing: "Madam, I thought you wouldn't wake up again."

  "Hey, it's okay, it's okay." I patted her shoulder and smiled, then suddenly covered my stomach with my hand and said: "Xiao Qian, I'm a bit hungry, can you find something for me to eat?"

  Xiao Qian wiped away her tears and nodded repeatedly: "Madam, wait for me."

  "Do you think the lower class people also want to eat? How truly ignorant of the rules!" The voice was sharp and acidic, coming from outside the door. Then a woman walked in, her appearance indicating that she was not a good person. However, I saw that her phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly, accompanied by the "slapping" sound in the air, and only then did I notice that she was holding a long whip in her hand.

  This woman's aura is in no way inferior to Yang Ma, and even has a few more points of wisdom. It suddenly reminds me of the scene where the real boss comes out after Xiao Di falls down on TV.

  A name flashed through his mind: Leng Jie?

  Leng Gong swung the long whip in her hand, stepped forward and pushed aside Xiao Qian beside me, saying coldly: "I am ordered by Master to take over sister's position and bring you to familiarize yourself with the environment."

  Ha, so Yang Ma is her sister?

  Is she going to take revenge?