Transmigrating to Woo the Villainous Young Lady - Chapter 43

Xu Wenqing pressed his hand against the wound, but bl00d continued to gush between his fingers, quickly soaking his sleeve.

Yet Fu Guiyi’s golden eyes showed no trace of sympathy, remaining utterly indifferent, as if the injured person before her were merely a stranger.

You need to learn your lesson, Wen Qing. If it were anyone else, I would have torn them limb from limb long ago.

With that, Fu Guiyi turned and left.

This punishment was severe enough. She hoped Xu Wenqing would remember it well. If he dared to repeat his transgression, Fu Guiyi’s aim would no longer be his shoulder.

But his still-beating heart.

After warning Xu Wenqing, Fu Guiyi rushed back to the carriage, where the physician was still tending to Shen Li’s broken leg.

Sweat beaded on the physician’s forehead as he examined the severe injury, his heart pounding with apprehension.

If the wound became infected, even divine intervention would be futile. Yet in this situation, the jolting carriage offered no chance for proper rest and recovery.

Fu Guiyi boarded the carriage and watched calmly.

Sweat trickled down Shen Li’s temples as she patiently wiped Fu Guiyi’s face with a handkerchief.

Just bear with it a little longer, and the pain will subside.

Young Mistress, you make it sound so easy…

Shen Li’s face paled, and she leaned her head, wanting nothing more than to bury herself in Fu Guiyi’s arms.

I just avenged you, Fu Guiyi said casually, yet her words sent a jolt through Shen Li’s heart.

Avenged? What revenge?

Could Fu Guiyi have actually killed Xu Wenqing? If she had, it would be utterly terrifying.

If I glance at another pretty woman, will she gouge out my eyes?

Shen Li’s overactive imagination wasn’t entirely her fault. After all, Fu Guiyi’s character in the novel was notoriously cruel, especially the scene where she broke the female lead’s leg. Many readers claimed to have nightmares after reading that part.

Could it be, Young Mistress, that you… Steward Xu… Shen Li trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. She raised her hand and made a throat-slitting gesture, her eyes filled with faint horror.

What are you thinking? Fu Guiyi scoffed. Wen Qing is my steward. If I killed her, who would handle my affairs?

Though I did teach her a lesson.

Before Shen Li could process this, Fu Guiyi abruptly changed the subject.

I hired a tutor to teach you to read, but the old man complained that you keep skipping class.

Fu Guiyi suddenly brought this up, and Shen Li’s face flushed crimson. Fu Guiyi had indeed hired a tutor to teach her to read, but Shen Li hadn’t attended a single lesson diligently.

She spent her days shirking her duties.

Come on, I’m an adult now. Why bother studying so hard? It’s not like I can get into a prestigious university anyway.

If all else fails, I can just buy a literacy package from the System Shop.

This servant has little interest in reading and writing, Shen Li said. Serving the Young Mistress is all I desire.

It had to be said, Shen Li’s flattery skills were top-notch. Fu Guiyi merely smiled faintly, unconvinced by her words.

I think you’re just lazy.

Very well. Not everyone can endure the hardships of studying.

Military commanders generally disliked flowery prose. Although Fu Guiyi had studied literature and calligraphy since childhood and could even compose a poem or two, it was doubtful she truly loved reading and writing.

Exactly! The Young Mistress understands me perfectly! Shen Li couldn’t help but think.

Just then, her broken leg was finally stabilized. The physician applied medicine and carefully retreated to the side.

Young Mistress, the servant’s leg bone is fractured. She needs complete rest for the next few days and should avoid leaving the carriage if possible, the physician instructed meticulously.

Fu Guiyi nodded.

She reached for a pillow and tucked it behind Shen Li’s waist.

I understand. You may withdraw.

The physician finally breathed a sigh of relief and stepped down from the carriage.

For a moment, only the two women remained in the carriage. After a night of turmoil, dawn had already broken.

Shen Li yawned.

Her leg was wrapped like a dumpling, making it uncomfortable to sit or lie down.

Although she could use a medicinal pill to heal quickly, that would be too conspicuous. What normal person could recover from a broken leg overnight?

She’d probably be branded a monster and killed.

After all, a hundred days to heal broken bones was a common saying.

Young Mistress, you’ve been busy all day. Aren’t you tired?

Despite still being somewhat dirty, Fu Guiyi had only wiped herself down briefly. But after a night of relentless activity, she was indeed exhausted.

Tired.

But you haven’t even cleaned yourself yet, have you?

Fu Guiyi forced herself to stay alert. During military campaigns, she often pulled all-nighters.

Not yet. I only wiped off some bl00d.

At this, Shen Li’s heart skipped a beat. Oh no, could the Young Mistress be disgusted by my dirtiness?

Just as she was about to explain that she wasn’t really that dirty and still smelled quite nice, Fu Guiyi leaped into the carriage.

Damn it. I’m probably the first transmigrator in history to be rejected by their target because I’m too filthy.

Shen Li awkwardly closed her eyes.

But what could she do? With such severe injuries, it was impossible to clean herself thoroughly. She had only managed to wipe away the bloodstains thanks to the help of the maids earlier.

Just as Shen Li was wondering how to explain, Fu Guiyi returned to the carriage carrying a copper basin. A soft, warm towel draped over the rim.

I’ll help you.

Fu Guiyi extended her hand. The back of her hand bore visible scars, but they weren’t frightening. Instead, they resembled scratches from thorns, carrying a poignant beauty that stirred pity.

The carriage curtains were lowered, blocking out the daylight. Though it was daytime, the interior remained dimly lit, so an oil lamp was lit.

Fu Guiyi trimmed the wick, and the lamp’s glow brightened anew.

Normally, such trivial tasks would be handled by servants. But now the roles were reversed, with Shen Li lying on the couch, being served by the Young Mistress herself.

She was somewhat overwhelmed by this unexpected pampering.

Though she knew this special treatment was due to her broken leg, having the villainess go to such lengths for her made the effort of raising her conquest points feel worthwhile.

Remove your outer robe, Fu Guiyi instructed, wringing out the towel. Wisps of warm steam brushed Shen Li’s face, adding a delicate blush to her slightly sharp features.

The gesture only accentuated her girlish charm.

Shen Li untied her outer robe, leaving only a thin inner garment. Fu Guiyi watched silently, her gaze unwavering.

It was clear what the Young Mistress wanted: Shen Li had to undress further to allow her to wipe her down properly.

Shen Li’s ears flushed crimson, but she dared not disobey. Her fingertips trembled as the thin inner garment slid down, revealing her delicate shoulders and pale pink bodice.

Only then did Fu Guiyi lean closer, gently wiping Shen Li’s cheek and neck. A smudge of dirt clung to her face and neck—inevitable after tumbling from such a height.

Fu Guiyi cleaned with meticulous care, even picking out dried leaves tangled in Shen Li’s hair. Her thoroughness rivaled that of Xu Wenqing’s most capable maid.

Young Mistress, a quick wipe will do, Shen Li murmured, too afraid to imagine Xu Wenqing’s reaction if she were to walk in on this scene. Would she explode into a red-faced baboon of fury?