Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 370 My Vicious Cousin 4

Ding Zhao was severely beaten. Without the original owner's help, his wounds, which hadn't been treated, had become festering and inflamed. Being soaked in ice water further caused him to develop a high fever.

The servants who lived with him also bullied him, and the food they brought him was all moldy steamed buns.

He knew that if things continued like this, he might not be able to hold out until the Princess of Chu arrived.

So, Ding Zhao, despite his frail health, knelt before Qingmo's courtyard.

"Miss, Miss, the guard from the eldest young lady's courtyard is kneeling outside our courtyard, saying he wants to see you," Xiao Hua rushed over to report.

Qingmo was sitting at the table reading a book when she heard this. She put down her book and frowned slightly. "Someone from my cousin's courtyard, what does he want with me?"

Xiao Hua shook her head: "This servant does not know, I only heard him say that he had something important to tell me."

After a moment's thought, Qingmo stood up and said, "Let's go take a look."

Upon arriving outside the courtyard, they saw Ding Zhao looking disheveled, his face as pale as paper, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his body trembling uncontrollably.

When he saw Qingmo come out, he tried to get up to greet her, but he stumbled and almost fell, looking quite disheveled.

"What do you want?" Qingmo asked coldly.

Ding Zhao coughed a few times, raised his red eyes, looked pitifully at Qingmo, and said with difficulty, "Miss, I...I know you are kind-hearted. My wound hasn't healed, and I have a high fever. Could you please give me some medicine?"

Qingmo smiled wryly. This Ding Zhao must be out of his mind.

He's become like this, yet he still has his own methods; how could he possibly think she meant well?

"Hehe, aren't you from my cousin's courtyard? If you need medicine, you should go to my cousin, why are you coming to me?"

"Miss Tang, please, I will repay you in the future."

Repaying kindness? Perhaps it's repaying kindness with enmity.

Are you sure this is gratitude, and not revenge?

These words startled Ding Zhao. When he met Qingmo's fox-like eyes, he seemed to suddenly understand that he wasn't the only one who had been reborn.

“Qingqing, are you also…” A bitter look appeared on his face.

Before he could finish speaking, Xiaohua rushed up and slapped him.

"You insolent brat, how dare you call a young lady by her given name?"

Ding Zhao was already sick, and after being hit by Xiao Hua, he collapsed to the ground, coughing incessantly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Qingmo frowned and gestured for Xiaohua to step back.

She crouched down, leaned close to Ding Zhao, and whispered, "Ding Zhao, so do you know why I did this to you?"

Ding Zhao lay on the ground, his eyes filled with confusion.

He genuinely didn't know. In his eyes, he and Meng Qingqing had always treated each other with respect, and he had never wronged her in any way.

Her lips trembled as she said with heartache, "Why? We were husband and wife in our past life, and we were always very good to each other. Apart from the fact that I committed suicide and left you alone, I believe I treated you well."

"Hahaha! What a kind liar who has treated me well! What a heartless scoundrel!" She laughed maniacally, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

She gestured for the maid beside her to step back so she couldn't hear their conversation.

Qingmo continued, "Ding Zhao, you committed suicide for love and then fed me a potion to prevent me from having children. You say that's treating me well?"

“Every time you see me being tormented by your mother because of the issue of having children, you just stand by and watch coldly. You call this marital harmony?”

"You dragged an innocent woman like me into this mess because you couldn't have her. You clearly didn't love her, but you still married me just because I look like her."

"Now you're telling me you're good to me? You've probably forgotten that I saved you, not stabbed you in the back."

Qingmo stood up and looked down at him.

"This this…"

Ding Zhao had no way to defend himself; he hadn't expected Qingmo to know everything.

Everything she said was something he had done to Meng Qingqing, and he didn't even think he was wrong.

"But I gave you the position of Crown Princess, and I also gave you a promise of one love for life, cough cough..."

Qingmo sneered: "Heh, you don't actually think your position as the Crown Prince's consort is anything special, do you? Marrying you is nothing but suffering."

"Ask yourself honestly, if you were marrying Meng Yunluo, would you treat her like this?"

"of course not."

The words almost slipped out, and then Ding Zhao realized something was wrong.

Yes, he wouldn't do that to Yunluo, so what did he do to Qingqing?

Ding Zhao's face was ashen, his eyes filled with panic and guilt. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain himself.

See? Ding Zhao is the kind of person who won't be wrong until his true colors are exposed.

Qingmo gestured for Xiaohua to come over and whispered a few words in her ear.

Before long, Xiaohua came out carrying a basin of charcoal fire in an iron basin.

Qingmo walked over, picked up a piece of red-hot charcoal with tweezers, and walked up to Ding Zhao. The charcoal flickered under the tweezers, reflecting a crimson light in her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Ding Zhao unconsciously swallowed and leaned back as he lay on the ground.

Only their eyes were filled with terror, staring intently at the flickering flame, as if it were a vengeful ghost seeking their lives.

"Don't... don't come here!"

"Qingqing, you know who I am. If you dare to do anything to me, the Chu Prince's Mansion will not let you off in the future."

His voice trembled and became incoherent. His back rubbed against the bluestone slab, scraping against his wounds. The burning pain, ironically, made him more alert.

But then Qingmo stepped on Ding Zhao's chest, preventing him from struggling, and then twisted her wrist, pressing the entire piece of charcoal onto Ding Zhao's face.

"what…"

Ding Zhao's shrill scream suddenly rang out, his face was covered in blood and flesh, and a patch on the right side was already a bloody mess.

This scene surprised not only Ding Zhao, but even Qingmo's maids shrank back. They really didn't expect their young lady to have such a ruthless side.

Ding Zhao writhed wildly, his fingers digging into the cracks of the bluestone bricks. It hurt, it hurt so much…

At this moment, Xiao Tao couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she slipped and knelt down in front of Qing Mo.

"Miss, please let him go. You're being too cruel. You weren't like this before."

Xiao Tao had a compassionate look on her face, which was quite similar to the original owner of this body.

However, Qingmo has already let her off the hook several times; she really doesn't learn her lesson at all.

"Xiao Tao, you really have a big mouth! Hasn't Miss told you to learn some manners? Why won't you listen?"

"Hey!"

A long sigh followed.

Qingmo moved her feet off Ding Zhao, and Xiao Tao's face lit up with joy. She thought her young mistress had listened to her.

Unexpectedly, a voice said, "Men, a few of you, go and hold Xiao Tao down and pry open her mouth."

Although the maids didn't know what to do, they still did as instructed.

Xiao Tao opened her mouth, her voice somewhat indistinct: "Miss... what are you going to do?"

What are you doing? Since Xiaotao talks so much, she shouldn't talk anymore.

Qingmo picked up another piece of charcoal from the brazier and threw it into Xiaotao's mouth, forcing her to close her mouth and hold the charcoal in her mouth.

The pain in her mouth caused Xiaotao to faint immediately.

"If this continues, Xiao Tao will become the lowest-ranking maid in the manor."

Now that she's mute, she probably won't talk as much anymore.