Mad Concubine Proud of the World: Your Highness is the most beloved

Chapter 24 Burns and Disfigurement
"Her face was burned?" Master Xia Hou's heart thumped. He was only paying attention to Xia Muheng just now, but he didn't notice that Xia Ningxi's face was burned. He panicked for a moment, and staggered back two steps.

Xia Muyao who had just walked to the door heard what the maid said, ran up in panic, stared at her almond eyes and asked coldly: "What did you say? Her face was burned?"

The servant girl bit her lip slightly and nodded anxiously.

Xia Muyao panicked instantly, turned her face and grabbed Lord Xiahou's sleeve, and asked helplessly: "Father, her face is ruined, what do you think should I do? Only she is enough to marry into the palace instead of me, if she My face is ruined, what should I do?"

"shut up!"

Lord Xia Hou flicked his sleeve angrily, took a deep breath and looked at Xia Muyao's panicked expression, with a gloomy expression: "You are the concubine of the Hou Mansion after all, how can you speak so inappropriately?"

Xia Muyao's fingers trembled, realizing that she had just said something she shouldn't have said in front of the servant girl because of her anxiety, she was so shocked that her palms broke out in cold sweat, and her expression became cautious.

Master Xiahou's eyes darkened, he took a deep breath, and gestured to Uncle Xia who was standing not far from the door.

Uncle Xia immediately understood what he meant, looked at the maid in front of him, and sighed helplessly, "Come with me!"

The servant girl knelt down on the ground in fear, kowtowed her head, and begged bitterly with tears: "Master Hou, this servant will not say anything, I beg you to spare this servant."

"It's not that this Marquis refuses to forgive you. If this matter gets out, it will be a crime of deceiving the emperor. This Marquis cannot afford such a serious crime. You can leave at ease! Your family, this Marquis will arrange someone to take good care of it." Master Xiahou waved his hand with compassion, saying so.

The maid was still crying and pleading, Xia Bo waved helplessly, and two soldiers from the government quickly approached and escorted her away.This departure, no doubt, was to seal her mouth.

When the maid was escorted away, Xia Muyao breathed a sigh of relief, bit her vermilion lips slightly, lowered her voice, and asked, "Father, what should we do now? The fourth younger sister is plain-looking, so she definitely can't replace me. If it were someone else, it wouldn't be the Xiahou Mansion." People who can't keep secrets at all."

Master Xiahou shook his robe sleeves, took a deep breath and said, "Let's see it first! This Marquis will do everything possible to heal her face. I hope the wedding date will not be delayed!"

Xia Muyao ran out of ideas, so she just nodded and didn't dare to say any more.

Master Xia Hou calmed down, turned around and went to Xia Ningxi's room.

In the room, although Mrs. Zheng was always worried about Xia Muheng's injury, she still heard the words of Lord Xiahou and Xia Muyao verbatim, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and he squeezed the veil tightly in his hand.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, Xia Ningxi panicked and turned sideways to face the outside, pulled off the veil, covered her eyes and began to sob and cry.

Bai Luo, who had been sitting by the bed the whole time, turned around in a panic, and turned into his original body, bouncing and hiding at the foot of the bed.

As soon as Lord Xia Hou entered the door, he heard Xia Ningxi curled up on the bed alone, sobbing. He sighed softly, approached her, patted her on the shoulder softly, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, my father will definitely find a way to cure it." The wound on your face."

Xia Ningxi shook her shoulders, turned her face to cover the burned half of her face, looked up at Lord Xia, and said sadly: "The doctor said, my face will definitely leave a scar."

Lord Xiahou pursed his lips and frowned slightly: "Father will invite the imperial physician to try his best to heal the wound on your face without leaving any scars."

A flash of light flashed in Xia Ningxi's eyes, Xia Ningxi thought for a while, and said hesitantly: "Father, you said that I haven't been back for ten years. If the imperial doctor saw me, would he recognize me? If they don't recognize me, just ask, Am I going to say that I am the third lady of Xiahou Mansion?"

Master Xia Hou's face changed suddenly, his lips moved for a moment, and he could not help but look at Xia Ningxi's expression suspiciously.

Why did he ignore this point? If he invites the imperial physician to the Hou's mansion, he must let the imperial physician know Xia Ningxi's identity.Otherwise, if Xia Ningxi replaces Xia Muyao and marries into the East Palace in the future, if someone recognizes her, it's hard to guarantee that someone will expose him for the crime of deceiving the emperor.

Taking a breath, Lord Xia Hou thought for a while, then withdrew the hand that fell on Xia Ningxi's shoulder, and said in a stiff tone, "If the imperial physician comes to the house, you can say that you are the concubine of the Hou's house, and don't need to say anything else."

Xia Ningxi pretended to be puzzled, and said in a timid voice: "But Miss Di is obviously the eldest sister, Mu Yao. If I say that, won't others misunderstand? Besides, the eldest sister will be angry, and the aunt will also be unhappy."

"You listen to me. No matter who asks, you can just say that you are the eldest daughter of the Hou family. Originally, your mother was the wife of the first wife. Even though Yunrong is now the first wife, your identity as the first wife is still in the house." Yes." Seeing her suspicious expression, Master Xia Hou comforted her gently.

Xia Ningxi sneered in her heart.

Now I think of my mother, how you treated our mother and daughter back then!Just because Zheng Yunrong gave birth to a son for you, relying on your love for her, you forced my mother and me to death.If it wasn't for this, how could I be kicked out of the Marquis Mansion, and how could my mother die in depression.

Secretly squeezed her palms to suppress the resentment in her heart, she nodded with tears in her eyes: "Okay, I will listen to Dad."

(End of this chapter)