Palace Fighting: Naive Concubines' Ascent to Power-Chapter 390: Inhumane

He looked up and saw Divine Doctor Huang explaining something to Huang Zude. Huang Zude’s eyes lit up and he asked if His Majesty had summoned him, ready to jump at the opportunity, ignoring his own father and about to follow Divine Doctor Huang.

What a joke, with an old divine doctor present, why bother with such a fool?

He completely ignored this fool of the Huang family and bowed to Divine Doctor Huang, asking him to make the trip.

The Divine Doctor truly lived up to his name. After asking him a couple of questions, he took his medicine box and came out with him, very efficient, without the fussiness of the younger one.

Had it not been for the old Divine Doctor telling him to stay put, this fool from the Huang Family would probably have followed them out, his face showing a desire to speak yet stopping himself, always wanting to ask if it was the Emperor who had summoned him.

He found it strange and wondered if this young man had some odd fixation; he always got overexcited at the mention of the Emperor—strange!

When they came outside, he worried as he hadn’t prepared a carriage. He certainly couldn’t expect the elderly Divine Doctor Huang to endure a journey on horseback like some gatekeeping old man. He feared that before he could attend to his sister’s benefactor’s illness, the old Divine Doctor might just topple over from the ride.

Just as he was about to order his subordinates to requisition a carriage forcefully, he saw Divine Doctor Huang walk straight to his mount, swing himself up with decisive agility, and after mounting, he even complimented, "Good horse, this old man hasn’t ridden such a fine horse in a long time."

He watched, dumbfounded. The horse was his, so of course it was good, but the old Divine Doctor made himself quite at home and, as far as he knew, Divine Doctor Huang was already of considerable age. How could his arms and legs be so nimble?

It was truly interesting. He hadn’t seen such an intriguing old man in a long while.

While he was amused, Divine Doctor Huang called for him to lead the way and galloped out ahead on horseback.

He raised an eyebrow and had no choice but to mount a subordinate’s horse and dash out as well.

Along the way, Divine Doctor Huang rode even faster than him. While he could only call his riding gallivanting, Divine Doctor Huang’s could be called racing. Tsk tsk, this old man was indeed in his prime!

Upon arrival, he saw the sister he had been missing. Before they could exchange a few words, someone came looking for him, and he had to leave. He didn’t know what was happening now.

He wasn’t concerned about how his sister’s benefactor’s family was doing. He cared about his sister, a person of deep emotions and loyalty. If her benefactor was in bad shape, his sister would be heartbroken, which he could not bear.

Finally seeing his sister, yet having to leave again, made him feel like he had fallen from heaven to earth, extremely unhappy. If this trip turned out to be a waste, and he didn’t flay the person who provided the information, then he wouldn’t bear the Cao surname!

In the courtyard.

Qian Chen was holding a sword by the millstone, while Qingshu was in the main house assisting Divine Doctor Huang.

Lian Changhe was so anxious in the yard that he wanted to go in but was afraid of disturbing them, pacing back and forth, muttering to himself, "What to do, whether the doctor is reliable or not, how could he turn the lady into a porcupine, let’s hope he doesn’t mess it up."

"My lady, my lady, it’s all my fault, I didn’t take good care of you, you must hold on, Nannan is still waiting for us, Baobao said we’ll see her very soon."

He paced back and forth, his eyes filled with worried expressions, mumbling continuously.

Despite Lian Wanzhen usually being martial, today he wasn’t in the mood to ask Qian Chen for advice, fearing that he couldn’t control his itchy hands to spar a little, so he squatted near the door holding his head, staying far from Qian Chen.

On one side was his own kin, on the other the warrior he revered. He knew well which was more important and struggled painfully to restrain himself from looking at Qian Chen.

The father and son had wanted to help in the main house, but unfortunately, Divine Doctor Huang had driven them out, finding them in the way. He thought they were unsophisticated for shouting and clamoring over just a dozen or so stitches, being a nuisance.

When Lian Musu came in, this was the scene she saw.

Lian Wanzhen’s statement, "Big brother, you’re back, Mother is not well," almost stopped his heart.

Fortunately, his father still had some sense and ran over in circles, reaching out to hit his younger brother, scolding him for cursing their mother.

During the scolding, he understood that his younger brother had only seen the silver needles fully inserted into their mother’s head and made that remark, making him think that their mother’s condition was critical. It truly was a huge scare.

Their mother’s health was not good and was getting worse, but it had not reached the life-threatening stage that his younger brother mentioned. Thankfully, thankfully.

Lian Musu took a long sigh of relief; it had been a long time since he had been so scared, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He nodded at Qian Chen beside the stone mill, Miss Lih’s guard; he had seen him once many years ago and did not expect them to have found this place.

He walked into the courtyard, quietly observing the main house and listening to the noises inside.

After Lian Changhe finished disciplining Lian Wanzhen, he glanced at Lian Wanzhen who was shaking his head in deep regret and left a remark, "Younger brother, find time to read more books; I’ll personally pick a few for you."

With that, he walked toward the main house, leaving behind a crestfallen Lian Wanzhen, his face the color of liver.

If you asked what Lian Wanzhen was afraid of, he had feared nothing from heaven to earth since childhood except his father, mother, and elder brother.

His father, he feared because his father would beat him without reason, without even listening to his explanations.

His mother, he feared because she would discuss reason with him before punishing him, which was too confusing for him.

His elder brother, not to mislead anyone, was his greatest fear, even more than his parents.

His father, when displeased, would at most scold him and beat him; his mother, when angry, would just reason with him and punish him. His skin was thick and tough like butcher’s meat; such pain was like scratching an itch, nothing serious.

But his elder brother would neither beat him nor reason with him, just making him read and understand the principles by himself!

It was absolutely inhumane; this was a mental torture for him, assigning specific books for him to read, and then testing him on what principles he understood. If he couldn’t articulate them or got them wrong, he would have to continue reading and even more books would be added.

The worst time was when he was eight years old, he secretly took his two-year-old younger sister out to play. The whole family couldn’t find her and was frantically searching, mobilizing everyone, even his elder brother who was studying in the academy was alerted.

During that outing, he and his sister had a wonderful time playing outside. They went to a restaurant to find food, feeding his sister until she was full, and then they happily walked back, big hand holding small hand. When his sister got tired, he would carry her on his back, being strong enough to manage. freēwēbnovel.com

Upon returning, everything seemed normal to the family. His elder brother took his sister back to her room, and the whole family followed, asking after her warmth and wellbeing extensively. Having not rested much during the day, she soon fell asleep.

Afterward, everyone came out. He still wanted to take credit for taking his sister out to have a good time, but as soon as he walked out of his sister’s room, he saw the expressions on everyone’s faces change; no one even cared to look at him.

His elder brother said they should go to the hall, which was far from his sister’s room, where no noise could be heard, and their parents nodded in agreement.

His five-year-old younger brother volunteered eagerly to find a rattan stick, saying he would choose the best one, and their parents nodded.

Confused, he followed his elder brother and parents to the hall, thinking there was some important business, and entered with a mindset of watching the excitement.

But upon reaching the hall, his father shouted at him furiously, "Ungrateful son, kneel down!"