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The housekeeper bent down attentively to straighten the skirt of the girl who was lying on the hospital bed but did not look sick at all, then helped her stand up.

The princess looked proud and looked down upon everyone as she glanced at Jiao Heng: "I knew they loved me the most. How could they bear to see me being wronged?"

The owner and his wife of the manor naturally knew something about her illness. After all, no one was a fool to be in charge of all the matters of such a large manor.

But they still chose to turn a blind eye, because it was enough for them to have a bright and beautiful daughter, and the other one had been an outsider since the moment she was abandoned as a child.

"Bury my dear sister."

"Oh, by the way, it seems that she didn't know until her death that the person she cared about the most had already passed away."

Thinking of this, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the girl's face. She ordered the butler: "Then let her die knowingly. Don't forget to tell her sister."

"Yes, my princess."

……

The cemetery was cold and gloomy in the early morning. The ugly duckling didn't even deserve a decent coffin. The housekeeper packed up her meager luggage and took her away from the villa. Today was exactly half a year since she was brought back to the villa. Her only underwear were a few patched old clothes and a pure white dress.

The fabric of the skirt was nothing like the custom-made dress her sister had worn. It was a rough fabric that even the lowest-level maids in the manor wouldn't wear.

This was originally prepared for her coming-of-age ceremony the next day.

The man stood in front of the body that had not yet been cremated, and burned the white dress bit by bit. After a moment of deathly silence, the coarse linen cloth with crackling sounds and sparks was ignited bit by bit.

After the burning was finished, he narrowed his eyes, his whole body exuding an obscure and complex emotion.

In fact, he knew more of the truth than anyone else. Now that the little princess had agreed and there was no one else around him, he could finally speak out the words that had been rotting in his stomach for more than ten years.

From the housekeeper, Si Mo gradually pieced together the whole story:

Eighteen years ago, two princesses were born in Rose Manor.

They were twins from the same mother, and the older one was only less than five minutes older than the younger one.

In addition, the two princesses already had a brother seven years ago, so the Duke has always hoped to have a son and a daughter.

This pregnancy fulfilled his wish. After receiving the news from outside the delivery room, he was overjoyed and couldn't wait to see his two daughters, but the midwife at the time tried her best to stop him.

But the argument was fruitless, as the Count still saw it - just that one glance was enough to make the hairs on his body stand up, and he looked extremely disappointed.

The Count's expectations for the two newborns dropped to zero, and his wife, who had just given birth, was also affected.

The count slammed the door angrily and left, leaving behind only a cold and resolute back.

Mrs. Rose was completely exhausted, and her bloodless face was filled with disgust and regret.

How could she give birth to two abnormal babies!

The servant carefully observed her expression and slowly carried the crying child to the lady.

The eldest princess' skin was a horrible red, and her limbs were covered with pustules the size of date pits, as if she had just been pulled out of boiling water. If you got close, you could smell a foul odor.

In addition, one of her eyes was blue-gray, like someone who had lost her sight for many years, and it exuded a lifeless deadness.

She was born with a pair of heterochromatic eyes, which was a bad omen at that time.

The other little princess was not much better off. Her face and neck were covered with brown and red birthmarks. To put it bluntly, it was so ugly that it was unbearable to look at.

Actually, it would be fine if I had a birthmark, but it happened to be in the most conspicuous place.

The Earl of the manor pays the most attention to etiquette and his own face. If outsiders knew that he had just had a pair of daughters, it would naturally attract a lot of attention.

There was no way he would let two kids who would embarrass him go up there at a time when everyone was paying close attention to him.

...

All the madam's wealth and glory came from marrying the earl. She had tried her best to please her husband for so many years, but at this moment...

Since the Earl didn't want it, she naturally had no reason to be soft-hearted.

She clutched the quilt tightly, and stopped looking at it with a determined heart: "Throw it out! Get out!"

None of the servants in the delivery room dared to speak, and they quickly lined up and walked out. At the palace gate, they met the manor steward who had just arrived.

As they passed by, he glanced at the two infants - that same night, he took the initiative to find his frail wife who was recuperating alone.

"Madam, it's not completely impossible." He whispered, "If you can trust me."

The housekeeper claimed that there was an old saying in his hometown that if one of the twins was sick, the other's heart blood could be used to cure the illness.

"But... I'm afraid you'll need to make a choice between the two princesses."

No medicine can be used during the blood drawing process, no medicine whatsoever, and there is a high probability that a newborn baby will not survive.

"Are you serious and can restore one of them to normal?" Mrs. Rose was like a drifting duckweed that finally grabbed a life-saving straw, and the light in her eyes rekindled.

If it succeeds, a one-for-one exchange doesn't matter. It would be worth it if her husband could take back his disappointment in her.

The butler nodded: "There is an 80% chance."

"...So, there is still a possibility of failure, right?" Madam Rose choked with red eyes, and the hope she had just had vanished in an instant.

But she also knew that now that it had come to this, she had no other choice but to take a gamble.

"I'll leave this matter to you," the woman's red nails dug into her palms, her phoenix eyes staring fiercely, and she said with determination: "Butler, you can choose one with a better physique, and take the blood from the other one and deal with it."

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Several days and nights passed, and the Earl still did not come to see Lady Rose. He must still be angry.

She waited day and night, and finally received the news brought back by the housekeeper again.

Everything had been taken care of, so he chose to keep the little princess and handed the prepared powder to the woman. She asked the servants to prepare it every day and force it down the little princess' throat after making it.

A miracle really happened. After drinking her sister's blood, the ugly birthmark on the little princess' body really faded day by day.

The night the lady carefully took the baby to the count, the count found that the child had improved and reconciled with the woman that night.

During this time, he asked, "What about the other one? Has she changed?"

The woman dodged her husband's probing gaze, shook her head, and said with a sad face: "She didn't make it, and died of illness. Maybe she was not lucky enough to be born in the manor as our daughter."

The Earl gritted his teeth and accepted the reality after a long while. He held his wife in his arms lovingly and said, "It doesn't matter. We will have a son and a daughter in the future, and that will be a happy life."

At the same time, the manor's steward was watching this scene outside the palace gate.

After taking the child's blood, he threw it casually to the side of a mass grave. He thought that the child was so young, his heart blood had been taken, and his breath was so weak that it was almost non-existent. How could he possibly survive such a cold night?