Chapter 262: Meng Qinghe's Collapse

"Lord!"

Liu Yiniang shouted, only to be slapped by a member of the Jiang Clan: "You wretch, shut up! This is the main hall of the Minister's Residence; what right does a concubine have to be here? Go back to the rear courtyard at once! Qinghe is the legitimate daughter and has been favored by the Crown Prince; Xiu Qi is merely a bastard son, a child born of a concubine—what right does he have to be compared with Qinghe?"

The matriarch, frowning, said to the servants: "What are you waiting for? Won't you drag Liu Yiniang back? What a disgrace."

Meng Hui walked up to Chi Nan Yi and whispered: "Please, Divine Doctor, treat my little daughter."

"Fine." Chi Nan Yi nodded, turned and walked toward Meng Qinghe's courtyard.

Just as she reached the courtyard gate, Chi Nan Yi stopped, turned to Meng Hui and said: "Entrusting the future of the Minister's Residence to a single woman—it's no wonder there's no prospect."

Then, regardless of the expressions of those behind her, she walked straight into the room.

At that moment, Meng Qinghe had already awakened; the sting on her face felt as if a knife tip were gouging her. She wanted to scream, but whenever she made an expression, the wound widened a bit.

"Cai Pin, Cai Pin!"

"Miss." Cai Pin lowered her head, not daring to look at her face.

"Where's the Divine Doctor? Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Meng Qinghe squinted slightly, saying coldly: "Are you afraid of me?"

Cai Pin's body trembled.

Fear—could she not be afraid? The Miss's face is probably scarier than a ghost.

If you walk on the streets at night, you could scare several people to death.

"I am not afraid." Cai Pin forced herself to lift her head, eyes reddening, and said: "I only feel sorry for you, Miss."

Upon hearing that, Meng Qinghe's gloomy expression gradually faded.

At that moment, the door knocked, and Chi Nan Yi walked in slowly.

The moment she entered, she saw the wound on her face.

Lines upon lines, crisscrossed, like a spider's web, extremely terrifying.

But Chi Nan Yi showed no surprise at all.

Because this is her masterpiece.

The last time she treated her face, she added a unique herbal extract to the potion; although it doesn't delay wound healing, it makes the skin thin and fragile, so a slight mishap will cause it to split.

"What are you laughing at?" Meng Qinghe stared coldly at Chi Nan Yi: "Are you mocking me?"

"Mm." Chi Nan Yi nodded, showing no concealment of her glee at the misfortune.

"You dare laugh at me! You actually laugh at me!" she said, picking up the pillow at hand and hurling it at Chi Nan Yi's face.

Chi Nan Yi gave a faint smile, a flash of light erupted from her hand, a surgical knife flew out, and with great force she drove the pillow hard into a nearby pillar.

"Miss Meng, perhaps you think too highly of yourself; what do you consider yourself, that you dare throw a pillow at me?"

"You!" Meng Qinghe heard this, her mind cleared a bit.

"My face—could you possibly cure it?"

"Can't cure it." She stepped up to Meng Qinghe, measuring carefully: "I think you look quite good as you are."

Seeing the mockery in her eyes, Meng Qinghe felt a sense of familiarity.

Such a gaze seems to have been seen somewhere before.

Where?

Exactly where?

The pain in her face gradually cleared Meng Qinghe's mind.

A familiar face appeared in her mind.

The day Chi Nan Yi left the Minister's Residence, she spoke to herself at the doorway with this very expression.

A sudden inexplicable chill spread through her body, causing an uncontrollable shiver.

"You... who are you?" Meng Qinghe's body trembled, her eyes filled with crimson, and her gaze at Chi Nan Yi was full of terror: "Who exactly are you!"

"Heh." She no longer suppressed her voice; a familiar light laugh reached her ears, Meng Qinghe's pupils snapped shut, her trembling body froze, the speculation finally became reality.

"Chi Nan Yi, you are Chi Nan Yi!" Meng Qinghe screamed, her voice so sharp it nearly lifted the roof.

Her body jerked backward, her back pressing against the bed board; the wound on her face, torn by the force, throbbed again, yet those pains were nothing compared to the terror churning in her heart.

"How could you be here? How could you be Young Master Nan Yi? Southern First Young Master…"

"Southern First, Nan Yi!"

With such similar names, I hadn't noticed at all.

Now thinking back, the shop was targeted, I was set up, every detail, all because of her!

"Why! Why!"

Seeing the people she had once bullied and trampled in her past life now wearing masks, exuding a cold aura, standing above her with a superior stance, the long‑standing sense of superiority and pride shattered in an instant; Meng Qinghe completely collapsed.

Chi Nan Yi, seeing her out of control, simply stopped the pretense.

"Why? Tell me why?" Looking at her twisted, ugly face, she slowly removed the mask, revealing a stunningly beautiful visage before Meng Qinghe: "Guess why I destroyed your face?"

"You are jealous of me! Jealous of my background! Jealous that I took everything from you, yet it was always mine!"

"Exactly, all of this is yours; I never intended to compete with you, but you should never have stepped on my corpse to climb up."

"When did I…"

Meng Qinghe's words trailed off, her eyes filled with even greater terror.

"No... impossible!" she shook her head frantically, unable to believe her speculation; she cannot be a reincarnated person! Only herself, only herself!

"Do you still remember the scar on my face? Do you recall the bones you broke and the tendons you snapped?" Chi Nan Yi looked down from her lofty position, eyes filled with endless mocking murderous intent: "How does it feel to have your reputation sullied, your appearance ruined, and to be rejected by the Crown Prince?"

"You've been reborn! You too have been reborn!" Meng Qinghe screamed, her voice hoarse and shattered, her whole being terrified to the point of soul fleeing.

It felt as if the figure before her was not a person but a death‑seeking demon.

She had thought she was the only one in this world carrying memories of a past life, believing herself the chosen one, destined this life for boundless glory, to become the empress who stands above all.

She never imagined that Chi Nan Yi, the wretched one she had pushed into the abyss, also retained memories of a past life and was reborn, becoming so powerful that she now stands at a height even she must look up to.

The number‑one Divine Doctor of the South, the Divine Doctor whom the Emperor holds in great esteem, is actually her!

How could that be?

How could this be?

Chi Nan Yi watched her terrified demeanor, a faint smile tugging at her lips: "What, surprised?"

She stepped toward the bed, looked at Meng Qinghe curled in the corner, sneered and said: "You can be reborn, why can't I? You tread on my corpse and enjoy all the splendor, ruining my whole clan, watching me sink into the mire, yet in this life you still want to repeat the same mistake; you are far too greedy."

Meng Qinghe stared at the coldness in her eyes, the terror in her heart made her tremble nonstop.

"You… don't come! Don't come!"

"Meng Qinghe, I'm merely returning to you what you placed on me, why can't you endure it?"

"You ruined my face; you desire a flawless beauty, so I will make you the ugliest person in the world."

"You love power; I will cause the Meng Family to collapse step by step, letting the mountain you thought was your backing crumble."

"You think you're the legitimate daughter of the Minister's Residence, lofty above all? Then I'll let you personally experience falling from the clouds into the mud, unable to live nor die."

"Meng Qinghe, your retribution has only just begun."