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Chapter 203 The Naïve Little Rabbit

Dr. Qian followed Chu Ruohan into the room, and when he saw Zhi Qiu lying on the bed, he was also shocked.

The woman before me was no longer human; she looked like a demon that had crawled out of hell.

Doctor Qian reached out to take Zhi Qiu's pulse. After a long while, he slowly said, "She must have suffered a great shock to become delirious. This illness is difficult to treat; her mental state has been severely damaged."

Chu Ruohan asked, "Is it possible to restore his consciousness?"

Dr. Qian shook his head. "It's very difficult!"

"This person is the princess's personal maid."

Dr. Qian's expression hardened; this person was a key witness.

“I will try my best. I will first prescribe some calming medicine, and then combine it with some acupuncture to see if I can slowly awaken her consciousness.”

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Dr. Qian."

Dr. Qian decided to stay at the Chu family's house, partly to make it easier to treat Zhi Qiu's illness, and partly to avoid Song Ruyan.

I really don't know whether I should explain or not...

Sunlight streamed into the dim alley, and Gu Jiacheng grabbed Yang Zhaozhao's wrist.

The force was immense, as if it were about to crush her bones. "Ten days have passed, and you still haven't gotten your younger sister for me..."

"I don't have that much patience!"

He couldn't wait any longer; he was to be sent to the army camp the day after tomorrow...

Yang Zhaozhao forcefully broke free from his hand, feeling extremely disgusted, but she dared not show it too obviously, so she could only patiently explain.

"My elders at home are keeping a close eye on things, it's not that easy. I finally managed to lure them out, so I came to find you right away, didn't I?"

Gu Jiacheng's eyes were filled with greed. "Really?"

"Hmm, would I dare lie to you?"

Gu Jiaxin is trustworthy; he has leverage over Yang Zhaozhao, so Liang wouldn't dare lie to him.

Gu Jiacheng followed Yang Zhaozhao into the second floor of Qingfeng Inn.

She pointed to a closed door. "He's inside. He's already been drugged."

Gu Jiacheng reached out, put his arm around Yang Zhaozhao's waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Once I get my hands on her, I'll marry you too. Then you two sisters... hehe."

Yang Zhaozhao felt nauseous. She was filled with regret, wondering how she could have been so blind to have provoked such a piece of trash.

She smiled perfunctorily on the surface, but inwardly she sneered. She pushed him forcefully and urged, "Alright, hurry up and go in. The effects of the medicine should wear off soon, and he'll wake up."

Gu Jiacheng's face turned red with excitement, and he pushed the door open like a hungry wolf.

But the scene before him left him dumbfounded. There was no beauty who had been drugged in the room, only a group of people staring coldly at him.

The matriarch of the Yang family sat upright in her chair. She had already received news from Madam Gu and learned of Gu Jiacheng's despicable intentions. Naturally, she would not allow her daughter to get involved in such dirty matters.

She's here today to solve this problem.

The door slammed shut behind Gu Jiacheng, and he realized with a start that he had been deceived by Yang Zhaozhao.

"You...you actually dared to lie to me!" He pointed angrily at Yang Zhaozhao, his eyes almost spitting fire.

Yang Zhaozhao knelt down with a thud, and said with tears streaming down her face, "Mother, it was he who had ill intentions towards my second sister and even threatened me. I had no other choice but to resort to this drastic measure."

After thinking it over for the past few days, Yang Zhaozhao decided that rather than being threatened and entangled by Gu Jiacheng for the rest of her life, she might as well use her stepmother to get rid of him.

Fortunately, she was smart and did not choose to collude with Gu Jiacheng.

Her stepmother had known all along and had been waiting patiently for her to make her move. If she were to be bewitched, today would be her death day...

“No,” Gu Jiacheng tried to argue, “she seduced me and tricked me into coming here.”

As he spoke, he backed away, trying to find a chance to escape.

Madam Yang didn't even glance at him, and directly ordered: "Break his legs."

Gu Jiacheng panicked, his face turning deathly pale. He shouted and struggled, "Minister Gu is my father, you can't..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Madam Yang's cold snort.

She's both wicked and stupid; how dare she try to take advantage of her daughter.

Madam Yang waved her hand, and her men immediately rushed forward, covered Gu Jiacheng's mouth, and pinned him to the ground.

With two sharp cracks, Gu Jiacheng's leg was broken. He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't utter a sound.

"Zhaozhao, how about I just marry you off to him?"

Looking at Gu Jiacheng struggling in pain on the ground, Madam Yang suddenly turned to Yang Zhaozhao and said.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhaozhao turned pale with fright and immediately kowtowed, begging for mercy: "Mother, I don't want it, please, Mother..."

She knew in her heart that Gu Jiacheng hated her to death now, and if she really married this useless man, she would never have a good life in the future.

"Madam, she has fainted." At this moment, a servant stepped forward to report.

"Let's send it back to the Gu family!"

Madam Yang stood up, straightened her sleeves, and looked at Yang Zhaozhao, "We've already exchanged betrothal gifts with the Zheng family, so give up on that idea!"

Yang Zhaozhao collapsed to the ground; this vicious woman still wasn't going to let her go...

The patriarch of the Zheng family is the same age as her grandfather; she's trying to send her into a fire pit.

She went to great lengths and went through so much trouble, but she still couldn't avoid this outcome.

No, never...

"Take the person back and keep an eye on them, make sure they don't cause any more trouble."

After Madam Yang finished giving her instructions, two maids stepped forward and lifted Yang Zhaozhao up from either side.

Yang Zhaozhao suddenly seemed to go mad, struggling desperately to break free and running to the window in two steps.

She glanced down, gritted her teeth, and jumped.

"Go check if the person is dead?"

This was the second floor, and although there was a stack of firewood below, she still twisted her ankle badly.

Ignoring her foot injury, Yang Zhaozhao stumbled and ran into a carriage parked at the back door of the inn.

She had noticed the carriage earlier; she recognized it as belonging to the Marquis of Anyang's residence.

I saw it during the Lantern Festival.

Yang Zhaozhao tried her best to calm herself down. Whether it was the Marquis's son or the Third Young Master who came up later, as long as they could help her get out of her current predicament, that was fine.

But when the carriage curtain was lifted, she saw the Marquis of Anyang.

In an instant, her heart leaped into her throat.

"Who are you? Why did you get on my carriage?"

Yang Zhaozhao's heart tightened, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I...I am a daughter of the Yang family, and the Vice Minister of War is my father."

“I was really desperate. My stepmother wanted to marry me off to an old man in his sixties. I didn’t want to marry him, so I ran away.”

"I twisted my ankle, can I rest for a while?"

As she spoke, she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her fair ankles, which were already red and swollen, making her look quite pitiful.

Marquis Anyang's eyes darkened instantly. "A young lady should not casually let men outside the family see her feet."

As if burned, Yang Zhaozhao abruptly pulled her foot back, her face turning red and white in turns, her eyes filled with panic.

Looking at her like this, Marquis Anyang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She was still an innocent little rabbit, completely naive...