Transmigrating to Woo the Villainous Young Lady - Chapter 13

In the past, Shen Li would have kept her tail between her legs, afraid to provoke the female manager. But things were different now.

After all, the male lead wouldn’t fall in love with Fu Guiyi. Why should she give up?

So, Shen Li proudly lifted her chin, extended her index finger, and tapped her soft, delicate cheek.

Manager Xu, you might not know this, but the Young Mistress just kissed me right here.

So, you see, my relationship with the Young Mistress is quite different now.

Shen Li raised her eyebrows smugly, fully aware that her expression looked utterly shameless. But she couldn’t help it.

Who told Xu Wenqing to shout at her so loudly?

With that, Shen Li skipped past Xu Wenqing, following Fu Guiyi’s stretcher with a spring in her step.

Upon returning to the manor, Xu Wenqing immediately summoned a renowned physician to examine Fu Guiyi. Even the experienced doctor frowned deeply upon seeing the extensive wound.

Doctor, please speak freely, Fu Guiyi urged, her face pale but her voice steady.

Young Mistress Fu, while the bleeding has stopped, the wound is too deep. I fear it will fester and become infested with maggots.

Fu Guiyi nodded. What must be done?

The only options now are to excise the rotting flesh or cauterize the wound with a hot iron.

Shen Li, listening nearby, felt her heart race with dread. Each option sounded like a death sentence. She couldn’t bear the thought of Fu Guiyi enduring such torture.

Silently, she opened the System Shop in her mind.

The screen flooded with a dazzling array of items. Shen Li clicked on a medicine bottle, its description tantalizing

Advanced Wound Salve! Whether it’s a stab through the abdomen or a severed arm, this salve ensures rapid healing. A must-have for any ancient conquest scenario!

Limited-time discount! Just 9.9 System Points! One-click purchase!

Shen Li …

Why do System Points have decimals?

But hearing how Fu Guiyi would be treated, Shen Li couldn’t hesitate. Her finger hovered over the purchase button.

Just as the physician was about to persuade Fu Guiyi to excise the rotting flesh, Shen Li quietly slipped into the room.

Young Mistress, it doesn’t necessarily have to be this way, Shen Li interjected, seizing the moment while the physician paused. I know a physician with excellent wound medicine. Even if there’s necrotic tissue, applying it will promote healing.

Xu Wenqing shot Shen Li a cold glare. You’re just a servant girl. This is not your place to speak. He clearly resented Shen Li’s interference in the Young Mistress’s medical care, suspecting the girl had ulterior motives.

Is that so? Fu Guiyi raised her head to look at Shen Li, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. Why does Shen Li always appear at the most critical moments?

However, after their night in the mountain cave, Fu Guiyi’s perception of Shen Li had undergone a significant shift. This little servant girl wasn’t one to speak carelessly.

Turning to the physician, Fu Guiyi parted her crimson lips. Doctor, would it be acceptable to delay removing the necrotic tissue by a few days?

Fu Guiyi wasn’t one to blindly trust others, so she had prepared contingency plans.

That would be acceptable… The physician stroked his beard. However, Miss Fu, I strongly advise against relying on folk remedies. The sooner the necrotic tissue is removed, the better.

Fu Guiyi nodded. I understand. Wenqing, escort the doctor back.

Xu Wenqing hesitated, wanting to speak, but ultimately remained silent, leaving Fu Guiyi and Shen Li to exchange glances.

Where is this physician of yours? Fu Guiyi asked.

Shen Li smiled.

Knowing the Young Mistress was injured, I took the opportunity while she was changing to fetch the physician.

In truth, Shen Li hadn’t gone at all, as she had purchased the medicine from the System Shop.

However, she had indeed gone to wash up immediately upon returning. Otherwise, she couldn’t possibly face anyone while wearing that tattered dress, torn to shreds.

Shen Li retrieved a medicine bottle from her sleeve. The bottle was antique and elegant, adorned with a lifelike painting of a crane.

You may all leave, Fu Guiyi said, glancing at the other maids still in the chamber. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed them all, leaving only Shen Li behind.

I trust you, Shen Li.

Fu Guiyi looked up at Shen Li, a rare hint of tenderness softening her usually cold, golden eyes.

Back in the mountain cave, if not for this girl’s help in stopping the bleeding and keeping her warm, Fu Guiyi might have already been on the brink of death.

Fu Guiyi raised her hand to loosen her sash, but the pain in her wound flared, and her arm only twitched weakly without managing to untie it.

Shen Li, ever perceptive, immediately understood what the Young Mistress wanted. She quickly set the medicine bottle aside and stepped forward to patiently help Fu Guiyi undress.

The black outer robe slid off, revealing a fresh bandage wrapped around Fu Guiyi’s arm.

Shen Li carefully unwrapped the bandage, deliberately avoiding looking at any other part of the Young Mistress’s body.

The warmth pressed against her arm made Shen Li’s heart race, her ears flushing crimson.

Her breath quickened, and her fingers trembled so much that she struggled to untie the bandage knot.

Fortunately, the bandage wasn’t tied too tightly to avoid compressing the wound.

Shen Li gazed at the wound, which had stubbornly refused to heal for so long, and a pang of sympathy struck her.

Young Mistress, applying the medicinal powder might sting a little, she warned softly. The white powder poured from the bottle, sprinkling onto the wound bit by bit. Fu Guiyi pressed her lips together, silent.

Occasionally, a soft hum escaped Fu Guiyi’s lips, reaching Shen Li’s ears.

At first, Fu Guiyi was merely enduring the pain. But then she noticed the little maid’s flushed ears, finding the sight amusing. She couldn’t resist reaching out, her slender, jade-like fingers pinching Shen Li’s earlobe.

Young Mistress… it tickles… Shen Li murmured, her voice soft. Her ears were already sensitive, and this touch felt like her lifeline had been seized.

Fu Guiyi didn’t release her grip.

So, you’re ticklish there? she chuckled, suddenly eager to see the little maid flustered, her face burning crimson with embarrassment.

But alas…

Fu Guiyi lowered her gaze, a hint of awkwardness in her eyes. She had no idea how women were supposed to interact with each other.

Or, to be more precise…

Fu Guiyi knew nothing of such matters. Though she commanded the Black Armor Army, her soldiers dared not display anything vulgar in her presence.

Thus, Fu Guiyi remained remarkably innocent—even more so than her young maid, Shen Li.

She simply refused to admit it.

Damn it! I must have my subordinates buy some illustrated books. Then I’ll finally know how to make this little maid blush.

Young Mistress, the medicine has been applied. It should heal in a day or two.

Shen Li patiently helped Fu Guiyi put on her outer robe. Only then did Fu Guiyi reluctantly release her hand.

Mm.

Fu Guiyi nodded.

Shen Li wiped her fingers with a handkerchief, her fingertips now reeking of medicinal herbs.

Shen Li…

Fu Guiyi suddenly called out to the maid as she was about to leave.

Young Mistress?

Before Shen Li could finish her reply, her wrist was seized.

With her uninjured left hand, Fu Guiyi yanked Shen Li tightly into her arms.

The sudden closeness brought their faces mere inches apart.

Do you know about women and women…?

Fu Guiyi trailed off, her cheeks flushing crimson as she struggled to voice the question.