Chapter 7: Feigning Illness

“Miss Chi should pretend to be ill.”

“Huh? Why?”

Chi Guiwan and the two servants were somewhat puzzled. Wouldn’t feigning illness at a time like this only lend credibility to the baseless rumors about their incompatible destinies? How could the marriage proposal still be preserved?

Therefore, they all looked at He Lingyi with blank expressions. She, however, remained composed, a calculating gleam flickering across her clear, cool face.

“Today, with the Qiao family visiting, someone will inevitably spread rumors. We must get ahead of them and release the news first. Say that since Miss Chi heard about the Qiao matriarch’s illness, she has devoted herself to Buddhist worship secretly. Behind the scenes, she has even followed the advice of a mystic, intending to purify her body and prepare medicine by bloodletting to aid the Qiao matriarch’s recovery. She has been forcing herself to endure until now, but upon hearing that the Qiao family came to say the matriarch’s condition worsened, she was so overwhelmed with anger that she collapsed.”

Chi Guiwan looked at He Lingyi in surprise, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt.

She had known about the Qiao matriarch’s illness for some time but had hardly inquired further after sending some supplements. Now, to act out such a story of devout worship, bloodletting treatment, and collapsing from fury—frankly, she felt embarrassed.

“This... isn’t this deceit?”

“Whether it’s deceit or not is a matter for later. For now, we must ensure all rumors outside favor Miss Chi. Otherwise, if those baseless astrology clashes are believed, your future marriage prospects will be in jeopardy.”

He Lingyi did not exaggerate; even the two maids could tell this much.

They had been carefully selected and trained by Lady Hai herself before being assigned to serve the young lady, and they were two or three years older than Chi Guiwan.

Thus, they understood that if a woman’s reputation in the inner quarters suffered damage, at best her own interests would be at risk, and at worst her entire family would be implicated. The only way to escape such a trap was to set an even bigger snare to ensnare everyone else.

That way, when others struggled to rise, they would have a chance to flee together to safety.

The maid Qianchun nodded in full agreement with He Lingyi’s plan.

However, given their young mistress’s current complexion and constitution, plus the fact that she had lost her temper vehemently that morning at the Rongxin Pavilion, she clearly did not fit the image of a frail and sickly person.

Before she could voice her concerns, He Lingyi pointed toward the peculiar and precious flowers in the courtyard.

“Miss Qianchun, if I am not mistaken, there is sea-heart sandthorn in the garden. That plant is usually harmless, but if it touches tea, it can cause symptoms akin to poisoning and weakness, correct?”

Qianchun parted her lips slightly, clearly astonished by this revelation.

But then she considered that, as a family of great scholars in the Southern Province, they must have encountered all manner of things and surely had these rare flowers recorded in their books. So, she nodded.

“What Miss He says is accurate.”

“While no one is paying attention, fetch some and have Miss Chi drink it. We must put on the full performance so the Qiao family has no grounds for objection!”

Qianchun’s eyes were filled with worry. She remembered the effects of these plants clearly since childhood; they had originally been selected by Lady Hai to protect her own daughter’s life. Now, they were to be used on their own mistress? She hesitated.

Unexpectedly, in the next instant, He Lingyi drew her knife and snatched the golden hairpin from Chi Guiwan’s bun, then slashed her arm fiercely, drawing several deep cuts that bled profusely.

“What are you doing?”

Qianchun and Fudong rushed over to staunch the bleeding, but He Lingyi stopped them calmly and then faced the mother with a resolute declaration.

“This is a do-or-die moment. If Miss Chi does not trust me, then I will take these wounds as proof!”

Chi Guiwan’s mind became a muddled mess.

Yet for some reason, her trust and pity for He Lingyi grew considerably. She then instructed the two maids firmly.

“Do as Miss He says—quickly!”

“Yes!”

With the wounds already inflicted, not complying would mean all that blood was shed in vain.

Soon, Chi Guiwan drank the tea infused with sea-heart sandthorn. Within moments her complexion turned severely pale, tinged with a sickly grayness. An onlooker might have thought she was gravely ill, perhaps near death.

As for the cuts on her arm, she applied the flower and leaves of the sea-heart sandthorn, which staunched the bleeding well but also visibly corroded the flesh at an alarming rate.

Before long, the scars became grotesquely unsightly, resembling old, chronic wounds.

“Hurry, help Miss Chi to rest. Miss Qianchun, use every influence you have to spread the news quickly, especially to the Marquis of Haibo’s residence and the General of Zhen Guo’s mansion. Make sure their masters know what’s happening here.”

“Miss Fudong, wipe your tears and run among the crowds to spread the news to our family. Then go to Minister Chi’s estate and plead there. But be careful not to reveal that you already know about the broken engagement, understand?”

Both maids were shrewd and took He Lingyi’s instructions to heart, promptly setting about their tasks.

Once they had left, He Lingyi carefully tidied up the scene, restoring everything to its place before approaching Chi Guiwan and speaking with genuine concern.

“Miss Chi, you’ve endured much.”

Chi Guiwan felt a strange, indescribable pain within her abdomen. It was not enough to make her writhe in agony, but it was distinctly different from before.

Given her temperament, she would never have schemed in such a way herself, yet now she had no choice. With a sigh, she looked at He Lingyi and voiced her true feelings.

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