Grudge Breaker

Chapter 262 Plastic Sisters
The next day, Song Weichen was waiting at the gate of Si Chen Mansion early in the morning, accompanied by Guyu and a group of maids, ready to receive the eldest princess.

From Qin Xueying's perspective, this was her first time meeting "Sang Pu", and Song Weichen had to show due courtesy under this vest.

However, Mo Tingfeng could not wait here with her. After all, he was the master of Si Chen, and it was against etiquette.

Earlier, he was so busy that he returned to Tingfeng Mansion from the dungeon until dawn. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Weichen had already combed her hair and dressed, ready to go out to greet the master - even though Guyu had put on lipstick for her, she couldn't hide her pale face, and he was very worried.

"Weiwei, don't force yourself. If you're not feeling well, you don't have to leave so early. Your health is more important."

Song Weichen smiled faintly and shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

She indeed did not rest well and could not enter a deep sleep at all. Every time she was about to fall asleep, the terrifying mask of the King of Corpses with empty eye sockets would suddenly appear, passing in front of her with a grin, waking her up suddenly.

Although she was protected by half of Mo Tingfeng's consciousness, the Shituo Ghost King Mask could not harm her or drag her into a nightmare. But it was also true that she could not rest well, and the daily consumption was not a long-term solution. She still had to solve the problem of the curse as soon as possible.

However, Mo Tingfeng has not slept for several nights in a row. One reason is because of the case of the necromancer, whose whereabouts are unknown and extremely threatening. The people cannot be safe until he is controlled; the other reason is because of the death curse on her.

She knew he had done his best and didn't want to add to his psychological burden.

Or rather, she wanted to make herself look powerful so that he could relieve the pressure.
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"Boss Mo, how about we shake hands?"

Song Weichen walked to the door and then turned back, extending his right hand towards Mo Tingfeng - she had taught him that shaking hands and saying "hello" when meeting someone, and shaking hands and saying "goodbye" when leaving, was a modern business etiquette that belonged to where she came from.

...Why did you suddenly think of shaking hands?
Based on Mo Tingfeng's understanding of her, she must be planning to do something bad, but when he saw her stretching out her white and tender little hand towards him, he couldn't see any clues, so he shook it with some suspicion.

"Snapped!"

The moment she held it, her hand instantly turned into that strange hand. The scarlet nails grew several times longer, intertwined and tightly imprisoned Mo Tingfeng from hand to wrist. Several bony ridges on the back of his hand suddenly became longer and sharper, like steel nails pressing directly at the artery in his hand.

"How is it? Awesome, right? Praise me."

Song Weichen looked up with a look of pride.

Mo Tingfeng raised his eyebrows. The little girl had some talent. After just one night's absence she was already able to merge the phantom with herself to form a fighting form. He had wanted to take some time in the next two days to teach her how to practice this method, but he didn't expect that she had already mastered it without a teacher.

He wanted to test her, so he used 20% of his strength, which was about the equivalent of a quasi-B-level force, to pinch her back. For a moment, the joints of his hand made a clanging sound - what a terrifying clamping force!
"hateful……"

It was clearly the same hand as usual, with slender fingers and a warm, dry palm. Every time she was held by him, she would feel an indescribable sense of security - but why did this hand become so dangerous and unfamiliar at this moment?
"Weiwei, try your best to fight me."

Mo Tingfeng had a warm and gentle face, completely different from the devilish power coming from his hands.

Song Weichen gritted his teeth and ruthlessly drove the "bone spine steel nail" to stab his wrist, but it was like stabbing into a solid wall, and the steel nail could not hurt him at all.

However, the oppressive feeling on her hand, like a python entangled in it, became more and more severe, forcing Song Weichen to forcibly absorb the puppet energy from the puppet and inject it into his alien hand, trying to contend with Mo Tingfeng's power.

After all, he was a little too impatient. The puppet energy in the puppet had not been refined yet. Not only could the alien hand not absorb it, it also formed a reaction force on Song Weichen himself.

She felt a sharp pain in her heart, her body swayed, and blood started flowing out of her nose.

"slight!"

Mo Tingfeng quickly withdrew the strength in his hands, held Song Weichen, took out the handkerchief in his arms and carefully wiped her nose.

"How do you feel? Blame me, blame me! I was too harsh..."

Song Weichen's face seemed to be even worse, and the phantom of the alien hand disappeared instantly. She clung to Mo Tingfeng's arm with both hands and barely stood still, trying hard to calm down the blood that was constantly surging.

"It's okay, I'm okay..."

She tried to smile at him, "I'm very strong now, not so fragile."

"What was the result of the trial just now? Have I made any progress?"

"Yes, the progress is very obvious. It is almost at the quasi-B level of magical power, but..."

Mo Tingfeng's worry and heartache were visible to the naked eye. He carefully held her in his arms and stroked her slightly cold cheek.

"Weiwei, your physical condition doesn't allow you to work so hard, do you understand?"

"You have me. Let me be your sense of security, okay? Take everything slow, okay?"

……

Hearing this, a trace of deep pain and disappointment flashed across Song Weichen's eyes, but she quickly covered it up - not to mention anything else, even if she could escape the curse of the Ghost King of Corpses, successfully walk out of the "Maze Forest" of the Warlock grading trial, and withstand the near-death torture when the mark of her previous life took effect... her time together with him would be running out.

On July 7th in the Changsheng Palace, this hatred will last forever.

By the Qixi Festival, when he has lifted the ban on love, he will completely forget about her.

As fate would have it, he was destined not to be her sense of security. The only sense of security could only come from herself.

...Song Weichen was furious in his heart.

No matter what, she must live until Chinese Valentine's Day!

She would try to live till then, so that Ji Baishou could take her essence, her heart's blood, her passionate tears, and use them as medicine to lift the ban on Mo Tingfeng - this was the best thing she could do for him.

To do this, she must become stronger to have a chance of holding on until that moment.

So how could she not be anxious? She was so anxious!!

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"Weiwei, don't go to the palace to greet the princess. I'll let He Ran go. You're not feeling well and need to stay in bed and rest." Mo Tingfeng's words brought her back to reality.

Song Weichen calmed himself down, broke free from his arms, and looked at Mo Tingfeng with a little disgust.

"Brother, watch out for your dangerous words. I am just a little musician from the Tingfeng Mansion. As long as I am not killed as soon as I hit the ground, I will crawl over there no matter how hard I try."

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot."

Song Weichen pulled the little meat ball out from the virtual realm of controlling puppets and stuffed it into Mo Tingfeng's arms.

"You've been talking about me all night, and I almost rode my scooter to the dungeon to have a blood test with you. Your filial piety is so touching. I declare! From today on, his custody rights belong to you."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but Mo Tingfeng grabbed his arm.

"What bad idea are you planning?"

"hey-hey……"

Song Weichen laughed shamelessly.

"Well, mainly I want this guy to get acquainted with Qin Xueying. If there's any trouble, he can act cute in front of the princess and act as my spy. But if he shows up with me, this thing will be over. I guess he'll become a target before he can even become a spy."

"So now it urgently needs the blessing of your father, the aura of your father. A son is honored by his father!"

Mo Tingfeng was happy, thinking that she was quite clever, knowing how to use the guinea pig's power to wait for an opportunity to gather information from the side, knowing both herself and the enemy so as to be able to act flexibly - with such awareness, he felt a little more at ease.

"Go."

"If you really feel uncomfortable, come back first. Since the little meatball can be honored by his father, why can't you be honored by your husband?"
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……

Song Weichen had been waiting at the door for an hour. Although it was already March, the temperature was still a little chilly. She couldn't help but sneeze loudly again.

"Ah sneeze!"

Song Weichen sniffed, feeling strange, what happened since last night? Was he allergic to pollen?
Impossible, absolutely impossible. The woman's intuition told her that it must be that Lao Longjing had done something weird.

"Sister Sang Pu, the weather is still cold, why don't you wear more clothes? It makes me feel sad~~"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Meng De arrived.

Ruan Mianmian's delicate voice came from not far behind him. Song Weichen curled his lips. He didn't need to look to know that this green tea girl must have come to welcome Qin Xueying, and was quite attentive.

After yesterday’s “battle”, Song Weichen was too lazy to pretend anymore and turned a deaf ear to her voice.

Suddenly, an exquisite fur cape was gently placed on her shoulders, and a familiar strong fragrance came over her. It turned out that it was put on by Ruan Mianmian herself.

"Good sister, take care of yourself. If you get sick from the cold, Brother Tingfeng will be worried."

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What is this Old Dragon Well singing about? Is this shawl poisonous?
Song Weichen was puzzled by her sudden change of attitude. For safety reasons, she took off the shawl and handed it back to Ruan Mianmian.

"I appreciate it. Such an expensive fur cape is too expensive for a lowly servant like me to afford. Miss Mianmian is so precious, you should wear it yourself."

Song Weichen reached out and handed the shawl back to Ruan Mianmian, but she did not take it. Her face turned red and white, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she had suffered a great deal of injustice.

After a moment, she finally spoke, with a faint cry in her voice.

"What are you standing there for? Come and answer it."

"Yes……"

Not far behind Ruan Mianmian, her personal maid Du Juan responded weakly and slowly moved over.

Du Juan was as thin as paper, even thinner than Song Weichen. Her body was shaking slightly with every step she took, and her hands, hidden in her wide sleeves, seemed abnormally bulging, which showed that something was obviously wrong.

Song Weichen subconsciously took two steps back - the fur shawl in her hand was therefore further away from Dujuan.

Du Juan took two more steps with great effort and finally stood still. Her body was swaying violently and she seemed about to fall at any moment.

"Useless things……"

Ruan Mianmian cursed softly and asked another maid to take Dujuan back to the Venerable's Mansion.

……

"What's wrong with her?"

Song Weichen rationally thought that she should not care about Dujuan. After all, the "memory" of Xi Que, Ruan Mianmian's former personal maid, was too deep. In principle, she did not want to have anything to do with anyone around Lao Longjing.

But she still couldn't help but ask. It was obvious that there was something wrong with Dujuan. No matter what the reason was, it should be paid attention to.

"Nothing, this girl is clumsy, she fell down last night, not only hurt herself, but also damaged several pieces of Ru porcelain in the Venerable Mansion. Now that the master is still waiting here, she can go back and rest like a master. It's really... It's just that she met me, if it was someone else, she would have been sent out of the mansion long ago."

Ruan Mianmian's hypocritical behavior was really disgusting. Song Weichen rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay any more attention to her, but she took the initiative to come over and hold Song Weichen's arm intimately.

"Good sister, it was my fault yesterday. You have scolded me and beaten me, so please forgive me, okay?"

"All the things in the past are gone with the wind. From now on, we will be as close as twin sisters, okay?"