Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 42: Why Should I Cry?

"Yes, Miss."

The steward immediately arranged for his men to bring the medicine and force them to drink it, one bowl after another.

"This... This is..."

The Shadow Guards were stunned.

Young Master Huai was the first to react. With his medical kit on his back, he strode forward. "Let me see."

He took the pulse of a wounded man he had previously treated. A subtle expression came over his face as he looked back at Zhou Cangyan and gave him a nod.

The poison was neutralized.

Zhou Cangyan raised his pale eyes and stared intently at her.

Only after the last man had been given the antidote did Song Lianhe straighten up. Exhausted, she raised a hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and let out a long breath.

"Since when do you know medicine?"

The voice that suddenly came from behind startled her.

"Your Highness?"

She was both surprised and delighted. "You’re back!"

The young woman’s small, palm-sized face was overflowing with pleasant surprise, her eyes round and bright.

Zhou Cangyan watched her, the corner of his brow twitching slightly.

He had already spoken with the steward and Shen Fu to understand the full situation. When he heard that it was Song Lianhe who had saved them at the critical moment, he, like Shen Fu and the others before him, found it somewhat hard to believe.

Pang Jiliang, however, had said that the medicinal plaster she gave him had indeed healed him in three days. It seemed she had some real skill, which was why he had dared to let Song Lianhe give it a shot.

"You’re the one who cured their poison?" he asked.

Song Lianhe lifted her chin proudly. "Impressive, right?"

He glanced around, then slowly nodded. "Mm."

After a moment’s thought, he added, "Very impressive."

This affirmation, coming from the villain, made Song Lianhe so excited her little face lit up, growing radiant. But the next second, she quickly lowered her head, her smiling voice trembling slightly. "I’m not a quack... I didn’t kill anyone... I can save people, too..."

The nightmarish images in her mind began to fade, leaving only the sound of those piercing curses.

"You killed my son! You’ll die a miserable death!"

"Quack! The quack killed someone!"

Through her tear-filled eyes, she seemed to see her grandfather again, his back hunched as he knelt before the door of the deceased’s family...

A sudden pain on her chin forced her to look up into a pair of pale, glass-like eyes.

"Are you crying?"

Zhou Cangyan looked at her with a frown.

"I am not!"

Song Lianhe denied it instantly, raising a hand to quickly wipe away her tears. "Why would I? What reason do I have to cry? I’m the great hero of the day, you know. I’m exhausted after all this. Your Highness, you have to reward me properly! A little gift or something wouldn’t be out of the question!"

She laughed it off and pointed toward Shuang Ye. "I’ll go help."

The moment she turned around, the smile vanished from her face.

’Some images can’t be forgotten just by wanting to. Even though I’d long since left Longshan Town, long since stopped being the successor to my grandfather’s legacy that made him so proud...’

Song Lianhe had sworn an oath never to practice medicine again in this life.

For the plaster she had prepared for the steward earlier, she had only written the prescription and hadn’t been involved in making it, so it didn’t count as breaking her oath.

’But today...’

She lowered her gaze and returned to her room, her heart a tangle of emotions as she washed her hands over and over again.

Shuang Ye and Ah Yu only returned after all the injured men had been properly settled.

The moment Shuang Ye came in, she couldn’t wait to ask, "Miss, when did you learn medicine? And you’re so good at it! When I saw you stitching up those wounds with a needle..."

Shuang Ye blinked, a flicker of fear in her eyes. "Miss, your hands didn’t even tremble!"

Ah Yu didn’t ask anything. Instead, he went to pour Song Lianhe a cup of water and placed it gently in front of her.

Song Lianhe picked it up and took a sip. "Just assume that your Miss is a self-taught, natural-born genius."

"But..."

Shuang Ye was about to ask more, but Ah Yu looked up at her and said earnestly, "If Miss says she’s a natural-born genius, then she’s a natural-born genius."

Song Lianhe smiled. "Good boy."

Knowing her mistress was hiding something, Shuang Ye didn’t press further. She just said in a small voice, "At this point, even if you said you could fly, Miss, I wouldn’t be surprised. But..."

The little maid looked up and gave Song Lianhe a sweet, innocent smile. "I like the Miss you are now."

Ah Yu nodded quickly. "Ah Yu likes her too."

Song Lianhe was touched by the two of them. "Why are you two being so sweet? Don’t you worry. From now on, you just stick with your Miss. And I’ll help you soar!"