Chapter 6 Magic Hand

“You, you are chopping the logic!”

Su Lun pointed at Su Muge with a shivering hand, and his eyes were fierce, as if he would eat her.

“You don’t care about whether I was pushed by Su Jingwen into water and almost died. You only care about her. She just takes a little punishment, and your heart, liver, spleen and lung all ache, right? So that is what it is, I’m lower than a servant in your heart!”

He did!

An was to cry out when she saw Su Jingwen almost choked to faint.

They were all astonished that Muge became so eloquent after dying one time.

“You, how could it possible that I do not to care whether you live or die!” Even thought he was, he couldn’t speak out.

Some fellow official accused him behind his back when he abandoned Zhao and married An. If they knew he didn’t care about the life of his original wife and truth-born daughter, he would get a bad reputation.

“I just think your method is inappropriate. After all, she is your little sister.”

Seeing Su Lun moderated his tone, Su Muge's eyes were tinged with a light smile, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of her eyes.

“Daddy, you are right. Next time, I won't.”

“Why are you standing here, be quick to hold up the second Miss and invite a doctor to see her.” An cried, suppressing her anger.

She thought in heart that if anything happened to Wen, she would kill Zhao and her daughter dead.

The servants held up Su Jingwen and walked out, then the bustling room was instantly quiet.

“Mumu, you, you are not my Mumu...”

All people left, and Zhao looked at Muge vacantly and sadly.

“Who are you, my Mumu, where is Mumu?”

Su Muge knew that she was so different from the predecessor, which aroused Zhao’s suspicion.

Su Lun and An didn’t sense her change but Zhao who lived with the predecessor every day did.

Su Muge wanted to tell her that her real daughter had been died, but it was so cruel. Moreover, she didn’t want to be treated as a ghost, so she held up Zhao and sat down, comforting her softly.

“Mom, I am your daughter. I died one time and when I came to the gate of hell, the King of hell taught me a lot, so I change a lot.”

Zhao lived in a small village in her childhood, so she believed in the theory of ghost.

“You, you saw the King of hell?”

“Yes, the king told me that I still had my unfinished life and I should come back.”

“Heaven bless you. I will worship the Bodhisattva someday to thank her that let you have another life.”

Zhao left the room and Muge sat down in front of the dressing table.

The flowers and ornaments that the predecessor used before were the second-hand of Su Jingwen or that she didn’t select, but the predecessor still enjoyed.

Su Muge took the bronze mirror and saw an obscure face in the mirror.

“Oh, my god!”

The girl in the mirror had exquisite facial features. Although the skin was a little yellow due to malnutrition, it was delicate. With a round oval face, she was not extreme beautiful but good-looking. The only flaw was the red birthmark on one eye, just like a white and flawless dress splashed with oil, which made others ignore the original beauty. The first they caught sight of was the obvious flaw.

In the memory of the predecessor, this birthmark seemed to have existed since she was young. If it was natural, it was not so easy to remove it.

“Miss, it’s time for breakfast.”

Yueru entered the room with breakfast which contained only a bowl of porridge and some steamed buns.

Muge walked to her and stroked her red and swollen face.

However, when her hand touched Yueru's face, the palm became hot, sending out a strange heat.

The heat was like a sucking disc that led the hand to move on Yueru’s face.

After a moment, the heat disappeared.

While Yueru’s face had been fine as before!

“What? It’s so weird. Why the pain of my face goes away?” Yueru touched her face, and it’s really no pain.

Muge was also too surprised to speak.

“Miss, did you apply ointment on my face?”

Muge took a look at her palm and merely said, “Yes, it’s good ointment. It’s really effective.”

“Thanks, my Miss, it’s my fault...”

“Remember that you are my close maid, you are the close maid of the truth-born Miss, and no one can bully you casually. Do you understand?”

Yueru looked at Su Muge who was calm but with dignity and confidence, nodding woodenly.

The current Miss was so strange, but she thought that the strange Miss was better than the former one.

“Yes, Miss, I’ll remember.”

After Yueru left the room, Muge stared at her palm, losing in thought.

Did her palm can heal trauma?

In order to dispel this doubt, she took a hairpin and pricked a cut in her finger's pulp. The cut was not big, but there were some blood beads overflowing.

She stretched out her palm and slowly covered it on her fingers. For a while, the palm had no heat.

Taking the palm away, there was still a cut on the finger pulp.

“It’s no use?”

Did she just have an illusion?