Rebirth: Marry a General instead of a Prince

Shangjing didn't know about the sweet atmosphere in the north, but Jiang Muyun in the Prince of Yan's Mansion was very nervous recently. Since that day when Qi Zeyi knew that her face was ruined, she went to find him many times, but he rejected her with various excuses.

Jiang Muyun was really scared. She had nothing left. If she really lost Qi Zeyi's favor completely, how would she spend the rest of her life?

Jiang Muyun was restless. After thinking it over, she decided to go to Qi Zeyi's study, but was stopped by Bai Yu at the door. "Aunt, the prince has ordered that no one should disturb him."

Jiang Muyun was anxious. She said, "I want to see the prince. Let me in."

Bai Yu was unmoved, "Aunt, please go back."

Jiang Muyun stood still and shouted, "Prince, Prince!"

Qi Zeyi's angry voice came from inside, "Let her in!"

Jiang Muyun was delighted and quickly pushed Bai Yu away and walked in quickly.

Qi Zeyi was seen sitting at the table, holding a pen and paper, drawing something. When Jiang Muyun approached and took a look, he saw that the person in the drawing was Bai Zhiyuan.

There were many portraits of Bai Zhiyuan placed beside Qi Zeyi, and the painter's efforts were evident in each one. Even so, the painter was still not satisfied and continued to paint one after another.

Qi Zeyi didn't even raise his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Muyun bit her lip and said, "My lord, since that day, you have refused to see me. I am very worried. My lord..."

Qi Zeyi raised his eyes and stared at Jiang Muyun's face. Jiang Muyun felt a little frightened by his stare. She was also wearing a human skin mask today, so the wound should not be visible.

After a while, Qi Zeyi said calmly: "Since your face hasn't healed yet, just stay here and recuperate. Why are you running out?"

Jiang Muyun lowered her head and said, "Your Highness, I didn't hide this from you on purpose. It's just that women dress to please themselves, and no one wants to show their injuries to the one they love. Your Highness, no matter what, you have to believe that my feelings for you have never changed. Whether it was in Zhongnan Mountain in the past or after I married you."

Qi Zeyi was stunned for a moment, he said: "Why say these things. If you want to live a life of wealth and glory and stay in Prince Yan's Mansion, I will naturally not give you anything less. But you know, I like Ayuan..."

"No!" Jiang Muyun burst into tears: "Prince, please wake up. There is no possibility for you and Bai Zhiyuan since you broke off the engagement."

Qi Zeyi's eyes flashed with anger, and he said sternly: "Shut up!"

Ever since he broke off the engagement with Bai Zhiyuan, what Qi Zeyi hated most was someone mentioning their broken engagement in front of him. It seemed like they were reminding him all the time that Bai Zhiyuan had nothing to do with him anymore.

Jiang Muyun was startled, stepped forward and pulled Qi Zeyi's sleeve, muttering: "Prince..."

Qi Zeyi shook his hand, and the disgust in his eyes flashed away.

After a long while, he stared at Jiang Muyun's face again and said thoughtfully, "That quack doctor is really clever and skillful. I didn't find any problem with your face for so long."

Jiang Muyun didn't understand and put his hand on his face.

Qi Zeyi stepped forward and gently stroked Jiang Muyun's face. Suddenly, an extremely evil thought flashed through his mind.

Since the doctor can make Jiang Muyun's face, can he also make Bai Zhiyuan's face? If Jiang Muyun wears Bai Zhiyuan's human skin mask and appears in front of him every day, wouldn't it ease his longing for Ayuan?

When this thought came to his mind, Qi Zeyi was shocked at first, but ultimately he couldn't resist the greed in his heart.

He stared at Jiang Muyun blankly for a long while before he said to Bai Yu who was guarding outside the door: "Go and invite that quack doctor over."

Jiang Muyun had no idea what he was thinking and thought he was just concerned about his face, so she felt a little comforted.

The doctor is named He Dayong. He has been locked up in Prince Yan's mansion every day these days, and he doesn't know what Prince Yan is going to do with him.

When He Dayong suddenly heard Prince Yan calling him today, he felt gloomy and worried, wondering how His Royal Highness Prince Yan would punish him.

He walked nervously to Prince Yan's study. As soon as he entered and paid his respects, he saw that his concubine Jiang, whom he had been treating, was also there. He became more and more uneasy.

Prince Yan stared at him for a moment, then retracted his gaze and asked, "Doctor He's cooking skills are very good. Aunt Jiang has been with me for so long, but I didn't notice anything unusual about her."

He Dayong knelt down and begged for mercy, "Please spare my life, my lord. I only took Aunt Jiang's money and made a human skin mask for her. I didn't really want to deceive you, my lord. Please spare my life."

Qi Zeyi looked at him motionlessly and said, "Can you do this on anyone's face?"

He Dayong was about to beg for mercy, but after a moment of silence, he said, "Yes, my craft is inherited from my ancestors. Anyone I've met can do it almost exactly."

Qi Zeyi nodded, turned around and walked to the desk. He carefully picked up the portrait on the desk, held it in front of He Dayong, and said, "If you only look at this portrait, how confident are you that you can make her human skin mask?"

He Dayong took a look at the portrait. The woman in the portrait was elegant and graceful, with eyebrows like a crescent moon and eyes like autumn water. She had a light and ethereal aura.

Qi Ze saw that he was staring at the painting without blinking, and he couldn't help but get angry, and raised his voice and asked, "Can I or can't I?"

He Dayong came back to his senses. The woman in the painting was naturally beautiful, but what was the relationship between this woman and His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan in front of him? Could it be that this woman's appearance was also ruined, so the Prince of Yan wanted to make a human skin mask for her?

He Dayong has been in the martial arts world for many years and knows that there are some things that should not be asked. Hearing this, he hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, although I have never seen the real face of the woman in the painting, I can make her look about 70% like her if I can make her look like her."

When Qi Zeyi took out Bai Zhiyuan's portrait, the shock in Jiang Muyun's eyes never disappeared. She understood that Qi Zeyi wanted her to wear Bai Zhiyuan's mask. He really wanted to treat her as Bai Zhiyuan's substitute.

Jiang Muyun was anxious and angry, but she still had to rely on King Yan, so she dared not say anything for the time being.

Qi Zeyi nodded with satisfaction after hearing what He Dayong said, and said, "From today on, you will live in my house and concentrate on making human skin masks. I promise that if you do a good job, you will naturally have gold, silver and jewelry."

He Dayong was overjoyed. He had acquired this skill which would never be made public, but now he had been appreciated by King Yan. As long as he worked hard, he could have wealth and glory as he wished.

Thinking of this, he knelt down and said, "I will obey your orders, Your Majesty, rest assured that I will not let you down."

Qi Zeyi added: "If it is done, give it to Aunt Jiang."

He Dayong was somewhat confused, but he did not dare to ask any more questions. He could only nod his head and agree.

After He Dayong left, Jiang Muyun smiled bitterly and said, "My Lord, in your heart, am I just a substitute for Bai Zhiyuan?"

Qi Zeyi said calmly: "You should feel honored to be Ayuan's substitute. If you are not a substitute, why would I keep you?"

Jiang Muyun was shocked. Even if she was unwilling, she had to agree. After all, where could she go without King Yan? She had nothing left. What if it was a substitute? After all, she was still alive. There was hope. There was also a chance to make Bai Zhiyuan, who had put her in such a desperate situation, also have a taste of this feeling.