Since Ji Ruyue insists on seeing her sister before she’s willing to give the password, Wang Dadong has no choice but to figure out a way to bring her sister.
It’s impossible to bring the real one, but a fake one is feasible.
Wang Dadong returned to his residence.
Seeing Wang Dadong co back, Aman imdiately jogged over.
"Sir, what should we do with Guna? She has attempted suicide three tis already." Aman looked sowhat grim.
Wang Dadong frowned and asked, "Is she... not dead yet?"
"Not yet, she’s waiting for you to personally punish her."
"Good, keep an eye on her for ; I don’t have ti to deal with her now," Wang Dadong said.
"Yes, Sir." Aman nodded and prepared to leave.
"Wait, bring so embroidery needles," Wang Dadong suddenly called Aman back.
"Embroidery needles? They’re not easy to find," Aman frowned slightly.
"They don’t have to be embroidery needles; sewing needles will work too," Wang Dadong said.
Aman didn’t know why Wang Dadong needed sewing needles but still nodded, "How many do you need? I’ll try to find so."
"The more, the better."
Aman went to look for sewing needles.
With nothing to do while waiting, Wang Dadong decided to check on Guna.
Guna was confined at Ma Peng, her hands and feet tied firmly to a column, with many bruises on her body and a deep, bloody mark on her wrist.
Though her life wasn’t in danger, her condition wasn’t good.
Seeing Wang Dadong, Guna raised her head, her hair a ss, like soone who had been forcibly abused several tis.
"Is she dead?"
This was the first thing Guna said to Wang Dadong.
"Sorry, she’s not dead yet," Wang Dadong sneered.
Upon hearing Wang Dadong’s words, Guna’s emotions beca agitated; she wanted to struggle, but with her hands and feet bound, she couldn’t break free.
"Why did you save her? Why save that demon!" Guna cried out.
Wang Dadong grabbed Guna’s hair, sneering, "You want to know why? Let tell you, because I am also a demon."
"None of you will die well! Pah!" Guna cursed fiercely while spitting at Wang Dadong.
"Hah, curses alone can’t kill anyone." Wang Dadong wiped the spit off his body with disdain and then walked out of Ma Peng.
"Sir, do you need her disciplined?" The guard responsible for watching Guna asked.
Wang Dadong glanced back at the despair on Guna’s face, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Go ahead, just don’t kill her; I want to tornt her myself!"
"Alright!" The two guards sneered.
"Wait." Wang Dadong suddenly called the two guards back.
"Let tell you sothing: she’s not actually sick," Wang Dadong sneered.
"You won’t die well; none of you will die well, ah!" Upon hearing Wang Dadong’s words, Guna felt even more anguished.
To avoid being bullied by farm administrators and guards, she had to endure pain by applying poisonous herbs there.
Though she successfully deceived everyone, she paid a heavy price.
That area, almost festered for months before slowly healing.
In the entire farm, only Wang Dadong knew she wasn’t sick, and unexpectedly, Wang Dadong disclosed her situation to the guards.
With Guna’s curses echoing in the background, Wang Dadong left Ma Peng, sighing, "I hope the hatred can keep you alive..."
Why did he provoke Guna? It was to give her another reason to keep living.
Previously, it was her family and children supporting her; now they’re gone, maybe only hatred can keep her going.
Upon learning Guna wasn’t sick, the two guards were beyond thrilled.
Because Guna was one of the few beauties on the farm, there were hardly any won prettier than her.
Moreover, although Guna was a slave, she didn’t sll bad like the others; she had her own quarters and kept herself clean and fragrant.
Many people coveted Guna.
But, due to her supposed illness, they suppressed their inner desires forcefully.
Now that they knew Guna wasn’t sick, it was...
The two guards approached Guna with lewd smiles.
Watching the guards approach with desire, Guna felt utterly hopeless.
She wished she could die imdiately.
The guards started to remove her pants; although Wang Dadong said she wasn’t sick, they still wanted to verify it themselves.
"No... I can’t die; I must live... Only living can bring revenge, I must survive! I must take revenge!" Initially, Guna resisted fiercely; slowly, she stopped resisting, quietly closed her eyes as if accepting her tragic fate...
Wang Dadong hadn’t been back for long before Aman returned.
But he didn’t find embroidery needles nor sewing needles.
Because these items were essentially useless here.
However, he didn’t return empty-handed; he found many needles used for suturing wounds during surgery.
"Sorry, Sir; I’ve searched everywhere and couldn’t find embroidery or sewing needles. I wonder if these needles would work." Aman scratched his head.
"These will do, you may go," Wang Dadong said to Aman.
Seeing Wang Dadong accept the needles, Aman showed happiness and left cheerfully.
Looking at the surgical suturing needles on the table, at least three to four tis thicker and bent compared to a regular silver needle, Wang Dadong couldn’t help but swallow.
But now, unable to find other needles, he had to resort to using these.
Why does Wang Dadong need needles? Of course, for facial disguise.
Indeed, he’s preparing to impersonate Ji Rushuang!
He’s skilled in facial disguise and bone shrinking techniques; disguising as Ji Rushuang should not be too difficult.
It’s impossible to have both Ji Ruyue and Ji Rushuang appear simultaneously.
Although piercing these needles into his face would surely be painful, there’s no other option now.
Wang Dadong took a deep breath, grabbed a mirror, and began his disguise.
Disguising as Ji Rushuang is easy; just disguise as Ji Ruyue.
However, this is a challenge; while his facial disguise technique can make him look like another person, he usually transforms into n; this ti, it’s a woman.
First, he must adjust his facial bones to make his face smaller; otherwise, regardless of disguise, he can’t completely resemble Ji Ruyue.
Adjusting bones is simple but quite painful.
Yet, this is nothing significant for Wang Dadong.
It took about five minutes for Wang Dadong to completely adjust his facial bones.
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