She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 600 - 599: Xiao Pingfeng, about to die
No one noticed that, under a corner of red silk, a ferocious woman whose lips had been stitched together with needle and thread was revealing a terrifying smile.
Xiao Pingfeng, your retribution has come too quickly.
All of us from the Qin Family are waiting for you down below.
Qin Erya, unable to speak, had all of her limbs severed and was forcefully stuffed into this jar, over time, her internal organs and skin had fused with the jar itself. Those who had wronged her in the past now kicked her while she was down, scraping her face and covering her with red cloth out of fear.
She had not spent a moment not wishing for this worse-than-death existence to end, but she couldn’t, for she bore the Mother Poisonous Insect, and as long as Xiao Pingfeng needed her alive, she had to live.
But now, Xiao Pingfeng is going to die, hahahaha, if this isn’t retribution, what is!
Just then, the red cloth above her head was violently ripped away, and she inadvertently locked eyes with a face resembling Yan Wanqing’s by about fifty to sixty percent, unleashing a burst of hatred in her eyes!
Yan Lingzhen stared at the jar in front of her, only half a person’s height, and at the person inside, whose face was all scratched up and only her head exposed. She fell silent.
"Sixth Miss, this is the sinner from the Qin Family." The eunuch, thinking she was unaware, came over to explain.
Yan Lingzhen nodded, her gaze meeting Qin Erya’s: "Your hatred towards me is useless, you utterly deserve what you’re getting."
In response, Qin Erya kept making hissing noises akin to that of a snake.
Her emotional agitation caused the entire jar to start swaying left and right, startling the eunuch who promptly stepped forward to slap her: "How dare you, this is the Sixth Miss!"
After being hit, Qin Erya instantly became obedient.
One could tell that she was no stranger to the beatings and scolding of the Palace Attendants.
Yan Lingzhen’s heart ached slightly; Xiao Pingfeng’s methods were indeed horrifying. Qin Erya was living a fate worse than death; this must have been exactly what he wanted.
"Draw blood." She needed Qin Erya’s blood to continue researching the Poisonous Insect Poison.
The Palace Attendant, without any suspicion, immediately proceeded to take blood. As the red cloth was being covered, a noisy disturbance came from the entrance of the palace.
A shrieking cry that shook the heavens came from the entrance, followed by Yan Lingzhen seeing a black figure dart past her, heading straight for the bed inside.
"Father Emperor!"
The child’s tender crying was particularly grating in the night.
Father Emperor?
Yan Lingzhen frowned slightly.
Weren’t the child of elder sister and Xiao Pingfeng being well taken care of in Jinyang of the Qin State? Where did this child come from?
The boy was delicate with well-defined features, but especially frail. At this moment, his eyes were red from crying, clutching tightly onto the bedding.
"Father Emperor, Father Emperor, I don’t want to go to Begonia Palace, I don’t want to go!"
Seeing that Yan Lingzhen did not understand, the Palace Attendant took the initiative to explain.
"...Begonia Palace is the Cold Palace of the court."
To send a three-year-old child to the Cold Palace? Wasn’t that tantamount to leaving him to fend for himself?
Xiao Pingfeng truly has a heart of stone.
Indeed, a pale and slender hand emerged from behind the curtains, waving lightly, leading a Palace Attendant to immediately come forward and drag the child away: "Your Majesty, please forgive us, Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"
The child was as stubborn as a mule and knew all too well that Begonia Palace was no good place. He suddenly broke free and threw himself down by the bed again.
"Please, Father Emperor, please! I don’t want to go!"
The bed curtains were pulled back to reveal a feeble yet noble man.
He towered above all, and even in his weakened state, he still looked disdainfully upon the world.
At this moment, he watched the child kneeling by the bed with a cold expression, devoid of any emotion: "I am not your Father Emperor."
The child’s eyes were already red, and upon hearing Xiao Pingfeng’s words, his mouth quivered, and big tears rolled down his cheeks. Fearing to upset Xiao Pingfeng, he didn’t dare to cry out loud, his tender little hands clutching the clothes by his side, his entire small body trembling wildly.
It was astonishing to see such restraint in a boy of only three.
This shattered Yan Lingzhen’s perception of what a child should be like.
"Take him away," Xiao Pingfeng, annoyed by the crying, waved his hand dismissively.
The Palace Attendant immediately went to pick up the little boy.
This time, the little boy didn’t struggle anymore.
He obediently let the Palace Attendant hold him and walk away, but when they passed by Yan Lingzhen, he was grabbed.
"Hold on."
"What does the Sixth Miss command?" the Palace Attendant asked, puzzled.
Yan Lingzhen looked down and met those wet eyes.
Pitiful, weak, helpless.
Just like she had been in the orphanage.
In this world, there wasn’t a single person who cared for or cherished her.
But in ancient times, there were no orphanages, nor were there many kind-hearted orphanage directors and their wives.
If this child were to enter Begonia Palace, where people in the palace always flatter the powerful and tread on the weak, he probably wouldn’t survive the winter.
"Your Majesty." Yan Lingzhen looked towards the bed.
The person in the bed sneered, "You’re not thinking of taking this child, are you?"
Sitting up straight, he looked over, "This is the child of the woman who killed Cong Ge and a stableman. Think it over before you ask that of me."
Yan Lingzhen was stunned for a moment, but the next second, her skirt was tugged.
"Sister..." The child stared at her, eyes brimming with tears, looking so pitiful.
Yan Lingzhen’s heart was suddenly wrenched tightly.
Seeing this, Xiao Pingfeng coughed loudly, coughing as if his back would break, before finally stopping.
He took the handkerchief passed by a Palace Attendant and said, "Put away your useless kind-heartedness. A three-year-old knows how to ingratiate, what good can he be? Take him away."
The child was no match for the strength of an adult. Within moments, the Palace Attendant had pried his hands off, and then carried him out of the palace gate. Yan Lingzhen could still hear his cries calling for sister, begging sister to save him from afar.
"You really have changed." Yan Lingzhen felt a tightness in her throat.
Xiao Pingfeng smiled thinly, "I’m just venting your sister’s anger."
"My sister would never treat a three-year-old child so harshly!" Yan Lingzhen frowned, "It’s you who are heartless and cold-blooded. Don’t justify everything under my sister’s name. The world’s slander of my sister cannot be separated from your doing!"
Her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles cracking with the force.
"You still wish to see my sister with your attitude, dream on!" She spat out these words and turned to leave abruptly.
There was a silent calm in the hall, and the Palace Attendants dared not even breathe too loudly.
Quite some time passed.
Xiao Pingfeng finally sighed deeply.
"Even in dreams, she never comes to me."
He had failed his lifelong love.
This retribution was thoroughly deserved.
It’s just that, at the brink of death, he truly longed to see her, to see their child.
Exiting the palace, Yan Lingzhen felt uneasy.
As soon as she returned to her own courtyard, a black figure rushed over to greet her.
"Sixth Miss." It was Hong Wu.
She had been ordered to guard Yan Lingzhen closely, but she hadn’t expected that they would be caught by Xiao Pingfeng and imprisoned here, her Martial Arts disabled. Although the Sixth Miss had taken care of her for a long time, she was no match for her former self, merely more skilled than the average person at performing fancy but ineffective techniques.
Every time Yan Lingzhen went out to treat Xiao Pingfeng’s illness, Hong Wu worried terribly.
"Xiao Pingfeng is not doing well." Yan Lingzhen said with furrowed brows.
