Song Yixiao was dazed and confused, until Dr. Fu said, "Your life is saved!" She then fainted with a sigh of relief——from start to finish, she didn't notice that her ankle, which had just healed, was sprained again, and this time it was absolutely more severe than before.

  She simply woke up again and still had no time to attend to this matter.

  Because...

  Although Zhiqin survived, the brief biting had already caused her irreparable harm: the wound on her neck that exposed white bones could be stopped bleeding, but it would definitely leave an indelible scar, and she would never be able to speak again!

  The palm of his right hand was bitten off more than half, leaving only two fingers and part of the palm.

  The scars on his body were too numerous to count.

  What made Song Yilang heartbroken was that Zhiqin also lost an eye - the claw marks that pierced her face, not only destroying the originally beautiful face of this maid who grew up with her, but also scratching out her left eye!

  "It's good to be alive! It's good to be alive!" Knowing that she was heartbroken, Zhao's mother and others comforted Song Yixiao as soon as she woke up, "Having a life is more important than anything else - besides, Zhiqin is just a maid, in the future she will definitely be matched with a small servant, what's so particular about her? Based on her being your personal maid, an ordinary small servant can't possibly look down on her!"

  "That's right! Besides, it's what she should have done. Fortunately, Miss, you're fine, otherwise she would be dead and still owe you an apology!"

  Song Yi, who had been silent until now, suddenly burst into loud sobs!

  Zhao's mother and others were suddenly stunned, their faces pale, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

  "How could Qiu Jin wrong me - it's I who wronged her!" Song Yi laughed, leaning against the bed frame, indignant and speechless. "In my past life, Qiu Jin accompanied me until I was 16 years old, as lovely as a flower, both beautiful and lively, but now!!!"

  She wept bitterly, but didn't cry for long. Firstly, she was afraid of disturbing the still sleeping Zhiqin; secondly, the fire burning in her heart made it impossible for her to just cry and do nothing!

  After wiping away her tears, Song Yi asked those around her: "Has the Wang estate made any statements about the incident where Zhiqin and I were chased by fierce dogs?"

  "It's said that the gatekeeper of the inner courtyard was derelict in his duty, and the newly arrived dog servant didn't know any better, leading them inside. They thought they could sneak around in a secluded area, but who would have thought that halfway through, they lost their lead rope and startled you, Miss!" The servant speaking looked at her increasingly gloomy expression and deeply bowed his head, saying in a low voice, "However, the princess is still continuing to investigate..."

  Song Yi laughed for a long time before finally speaking out from between her teeth: "Disturbance?! I won't even mention it, but as for Zhiqin ending up in this state, is that just a disturbance to them?!"

  In the room, for an instant, one could hear a pin drop.

  "I want to see my mother." Song Yi smiled and took a deep breath, looking at Zhao's mom.

  Madam Zhao's lips moved slightly, seemingly wanting to persuade, but looking at the fierce anger in her eyes, she finally softened: "I'll send someone to see if the princess is busy... Miss hasn't eaten for a night and half a day, have some porridge first?"

  "Alas," said the passersby, "Xiang Zhiqin has already ended up like this, you can't ruin your body again for her sake."

  The sentence behind convinced Song Yixiao - yes, Zhiqin's injury has been caused, no matter how painful and unwilling, it can't be reversed! Now what Song Yixiao can do for her, except taking good care of her, is only to avenge!

  She wants revenge, she can't fall!

  "Bring me another hot bowl of mutton milk!" Song Yi Xiao sat at the edge of the table, woodenly instructing.

  After finishing the porridge, she slowly sipped the warm goat's milk. At this time, Fang, the servant sent by Zhao's mother to Wei Mengying's side, returned and reported with his hands hanging down: "The princess said that the young lady had injured her ankle and it would be better not to move around. She will come see you later when she is free!"

  It wasn't until after noon that Wei Mengying finally walked into Huanxia Pavilion with a tired face.

  She took a look at her daughter's complexion, first asked Zhiqin, and learned that she had not woken up yet. She sighed: "It's good, absolutely can't let her lose heart... Please invite the best doctor to use the best medicine, from now on as long as our mother and daughter are here, there will always be a place for her!"

  Song Yi smiled and nodded silently.

  "What about you?" After all, Zhiqin was not Wei Mengying's maid, so although she was moved by her sacrifice to protect her master, Wei Mengying actually didn't put the life and death of a maid in her heart. After making a gesture, what she really cared about was still the safety of her own biological daughter. She asked anxiously, "Is your ankle still painful? Did you apply medicine to the abrasion on your hand today?"

  "Mom, I'm fine." Song Yi forced a smile and asked straightforwardly, "Do you know who did this time?"

  Wei Mengying looked around and saw that everyone had retreated, then sighed: "It's tough!"

  "It happened in the inner courtyard, and even the concubine couldn't find out who the real culprit was?" Song Yi smiled incredulously and raised her head. This situation either meant that Wei Mengying had been in the mansion for a short time and didn't have enough control over the Wang estate; or else the other party's methods were clever and their cover-up was perfect.

  In either case, it's not good news for Song Yixiao.

  "It's not that we can't find it, but rather we did find something, yet there wasn't enough evidence. And even with evidence, some people are still untouchable." A hint of desolation flashed across Wei Mengying's face.

  Song Yi Xiao looked at her: "Cui Jian Lian?"

  "There's also the Jin family." Wei Mengying's eyes were heavy, stroking her daughter's soft hair, saying lightly, "And also Marquis Bo Ling Yuan Xuepei - it was he who told me about the Jin family's involvement, saying that the Jin family had invited him to be their helper, but he didn't want to offend the Jin family, nor did he want to offend me, so instead of finding two Tibetan mastiffs for them, he deliberately brought along two companions to linger around the area where you encountered trouble, planning to pretend it was an accidental rescue."

  "Unfortunately, I was a step too late and couldn't save Zhiqin."

  "Is it that you can't protect me, or is it that you don't want to?" Song Yi sneered coldly, tears streaming down her face. "Yuan Xue is a proud marquis and the eldest grandson of the empress dowager, how could he be controlled by Jin Shi, a mere secondary wife of the Wang family?!"

  Wei Mengying picked up her teacup and took a sip, her eyes calm and unruffled. She said lightly, "Since you know that Yuan Xuepei is not only the Marquis but also the Empress Dowager's own grandson, then you should understand that when he says so, we can only believe it - after all, it's better than pushing him to the Jin family's side!"

  Song Yi smiled and asked in a low voice after a long time: "So, what does your mother mean?"