Capítulo 715: Chapter 715: Ruthlessly Stabbing In Lai Manting turned her head to look at Mi Xinmei and smiled, “I advise you to behave, so you might suffer less.” Mi Xinmei spat out a gob of saliva that nailed Lai Manting’s festering facial wound perfectly. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩 Lai Manting sat up, raising her hand to touch her face but stopped herself, only to scream instead. The wound was blackened and softened, touching it resulted in a hole, a level of disgust and pain she didn’t want to experience again. After a long scream, she suddenly sneered, “How could I forget, this face of mine will soon be yours. If you want to vomit, continue!” Mi Xinmei quieted down; brute force wouldn’t work, so what could she do to escape from death? But the room was full of their people; how could she, a weak woman, escape? Thinking of her parents and siblings, remembering Leng Yu Yan, Lai Jiajia, and Luo Meng’er, and the happy days of the past, tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes, quickly streaming into her hair. Ghost Face put down the knife and took two bottles of medicine from the table, handing one to Lai Manting first. “This is an anesthetic containing a sedative. After taking it, the pain of cutting the face can be endured, and if you can sleep through it, the pain can be negligible.” Lai Manting took it, pulled off the cap, and downed the medicine. Ghost Face went to Mi Xinmei’s bedside, removed the cap himself, and said to Mi Xinmei, “It’s your turn.” Mi Xinmei desperately shook her head, but her hands and feet were tied to the bed, leaving her no escape, so she clenched her mouth shut, refusing to drink the medicine. Ghost Face pinched her jaw, forcing her mouth open with his fingers and poured the entire bottle into Mi Xinmei’s mouth. Mi Xinmei refused to swallow. Ghost Face quickly pinched her neck, using force; she wanted to vomit, but the liquid slipped directly into her throat. She coughed urgently, but couldn’t expel any of the medicine. The medicine gradually took effect, Mi Xinmei was wide-eyed but her vision blurred increasingly and her eyelids uncontrollably twitched. She slightly tilted her head and saw the masked man cutting Lai Manting’s face first. He moved quickly, peeling off Lai Manting’s facial skin with a knife, then approached her. Mi Xinmei wanted to keep her eyes open, but couldn’t resist the effects of the medicine and slowly closed her eyes, only feeling the cold blade gliding across her face… Accompanied by pain, there was an incessant drowsiness. Meanwhile, Mi Xinrong left the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, rode past two streets, and met Gao Yuan. Gao Yuan reined in his horse and addressed Mi Xinrong, also on horseback, “I deeply regret the incident with your sister. Although between your sister and me…” Mi Xinrong waved his hand, “Affairs of the heart require mutual affection. But I’m in a hurry now, let’s drink another day.” Gao Yuan urgently said, “I heard from the Second Young Master and came specifically to help.” Tears instantly filled Mi Xinrong’s eyes, “Thank you!” The two then each led a group of men and set off in separate directions. Before parting, they decided to signal each other upon finding the target. If the other group could make it in time, they would rendezvous; if not, they could head back to the capital directly. The night was deep, and the stars were lonely. Inside the Eastern Palace Bath Room, Ye Yiheng and Leng Yu Yan soaked in the water. After a silence, Leng Yu Yan spoke first, “Mi Xinmei and I were schoolmates at Xinya Academy. While we have our grievances now, I don’t wish for her to come to harm.” Ye Yiheng knew his wife was kind-hearted, and at this moment she was concerned about others; how could he engage her in acts that would shame her? With this thought, he said, “I believe your second uncle has already sent people to look for her, and we should have a result soon. Don’t worry.” Mi Xinmei woke up the next morning. Her face was in immense pain, and she could distinctly feel someone applying medicine to her face. But fearing they would immediately take her life, she kept her eyes closed, pretending to still be unconscious. Lai Manting had already gotten out of bed. Her scalp, temples, and chin were wrapped in a bandage as she stood by, watching Ghost Face grafting the skin of her face onto Mi Xinmei’s forehead and temples, then applying an ointment. Ghost Face said to Lai Manting, “The skin has not yet properly adhered, so talk as little as possible.” Lai Manting made a gesture to show she understood. Ghost Face added, “I’ve pieced your face together very meticulously. And since it’s before the anesthesia and sedative have worn off, you feel less pain. Hence, you will owe a higher fee.” Lai Manting clapped her hands in agreement. Soon, Ghost Face had carelessly finished with Mi Xinmei and stood up, then said to Lai Manting, “This person’s face, just scramble it up a bit and it’s done.” Lai Manting slightly opened her mouth to ask, “Why?” Ghost Face retorted, “Aren’t you going to kill her?” Lai Manting nodded and said nothing, having spoken just a few words, feeling a scorching pain on her face. She walked to the side, picked up a dagger, and returned to Mi Xinmei’s bedside. Just as Lai Manting raised the dagger to stab at Mi Xinmei’s heart, Mi Xinmei suddenly opened her eyes. The sight startled Lai Manting, and she stepped back twice. First, the act of killing by her own hands made her heart tremble; second, seeing her own repulsive, ugly face on Mi Xinmei’s was frightening. Mi Xinmei sat up, and at the moment she moved her mouth, her entire face throbbed with pain, and the skin seemed ready to fall off. She dared not speak, only glaring at Lai Manting as she got out of bed. If looks could kill, Lai Manting would have been slain hundreds of times over by now. Lai Manting’s hands trembled uncontrollably, and the dagger in her hand whooshed as it dropped to the floor. Ghost Face bent down to pick up the dagger, handed it back to Lai Manting, and helped her grip it firmly, “Make it quick and stab hard, or the risk of exposing your impersonation will arise.” Hearing this, Lai Manting instantly felt a surge of strength. She quickly approached Mi Xinmei and stabbed the dagger into Mi Xinmei’s heart. Mi Xinmei grabbed the dagger with both hands, struggling against Lai Manting’s force. The blade wounded her hands, causing intense pain that made her flinch. Just then, Lai Manting thrust the dagger deeper. Due to having just woken up, the pain in her face and hands made it impossible for Mi Xinmei to overpower Lai Manting. She watched helplessly as Lai Manting, who had stolen her face, drove the dagger into her chest. In an instant, Mi Xinmei collapsed to the ground, blood meandering down her chest, quickly pooling into a bloodstain on the floor. In the afternoon, Gao Yuan led a search team outside the capital. Passing by an inn, he suddenly spotted a woman who looked strikingly similar to Mi Xinmei and approached for a closer look. The woman’s face was wrapped in a bandage from forehead to chin, and there was blood on her body as if she had encountered some mishap. “Miss Mi, is that you?” Gao Yuan asked. Lai Manting, not recognizing Gao Yuan but knowing he addressed her as Miss Mi, figured he mistook her for Mi Xinmei, confirming her face swap was successful. Thinking this, she nodded without uttering a word. Firstly, the skin had not yet healed from the graft; secondly, since this man knew Mi Xinmei, she feared he would discover she was not the real Mi Xinmei. Gao Yuan narrowed his eyes, sensing something was off. The former Mi Xinmei would not have behaved this way with him—could it possibly be because he had rejected her?