c97 (1/2)

Chapter 97: Rather Die Than Live (Part 2)

Fu Ling burst into the room and saw Qing Feng tightly clutching Ru Yi’s shoulders. In order for Mistress to rest well, she and Ru Yi did not lit any lights in the inner chambers. Under the lighted candle outside the screen, Qing Feng’s hair was down and her eyes were staring deadly at Ru Yi, looking exceptionally ferocious tonight with the scars on her cheeks.

Ru Yi had personally saw how her Ladys.h.i.+p bit the Emperor without letting go and she was truly afraid that her Ladys.h.i.+p had gone insane that her face was pale as she kept trembling.

Ming Ze stood outside the screen looking at that blurry figure. That foot that moved forward stopped and ultimately he did not go in but also did not leave.

Fu Ling ran to the bedside and pull Qing Feng’s hands down from Ru Yi’s shoulders and gently said, “Mistress. What is wrong? I am Fu Ling.”

“Fu Ling?” Qing Feng stared at Fu Ling’s face for some time before her face started to soften a little but her hoa.r.s.e voice sounded like in some sort of trance, “What time of the watch is it now?”

“It’s already the third of the five watch periods (modern timing: 11 pm – 1 am).” Mistress’s palm was filled with sweat and her fingers were cold. As Fu Ling spoke, she took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands gently.

Qing Feng sat stiffly for a while before she suddenly said, “Where is Zhi-er? Is he hungry already? Quickly carry him over to me to see.”

“Mistress…” Fu Ling’s movements froze. Her nose started to sniff and tears started to appear but she dared not raise her head to look at Qing Feng or answer her words as she was afraid that she herself would not help but cry.

Fu Ling looked down and did not move. Qing Feng urgently spoke, “Quickly go.”

Fu Ling’s head hung lower and her shoulders trembled. “I will go myself!” Like she had remembered something, Qing Feng’s eyes showed a trace of panic and fear as she pushed her way out barefooted.

“Mistress!” Fu Ling quickly went forward to catch up and hold onto her shoulders with her arms. That eyes filled with tears looked at Qing Feng with a frightened face as Fu Ling kept on shaking her head. She did not know if Mistress really did not remember that the Little Prince was already… At this moment she dare not mention. Dare not mention that word.

Qing Feng was pulled back by Fu Ling as tears fell onto her arms. As each tear fell, her face became paler and she no longer struggled as she stood in front of the bed as she kept murmuring, “Zhi-er… Zhi-er…”

A lot of things happened in the day. Other than having a little porridge, Qing Feng did not consume a single grain and not even drink a mouth of water. In the pale white chapped lips, there was a trace of bloodstain. Seeing that Qing Feng seemed to have quieten down, Ru Yi poured a cup of water and cautiously said, “Your Ladys.h.i.+p, please… Please drink a little water.”

As the warm cup touched her fingertips, Qing Feng shrank her hand back as if she had receive a shock before yanking the cup over and gripping tightly onto it, as if eager to absorb the warm temperature from the cup. It was just that her grip was too tight and as her hand shook, the water spilt all over. Since it was water that was drunk during winter, it was naturally hot but she did not feel it when the hot water landed on her hands.

Fu Ling gradually found that there was something wrong with her and wiped the tear away. Fu Ling quickly reach out to wrestle the cup from her hand but Qing Feng’s hand was getting tighter and tighter. Both hands focus their rage on the cub and Fu Ling could even hear the thin white porcelain cup making a tiny sound of pressure. Fu Ling anxiously spoke, “Mistress, you mustn’t be like this!”

Qing Feng ignored the smell and used all her strength to hold on to the cup till her entire body was shaking, as if it was the only way for her not to go mad.

“Kuang dang” sounded and the white porcelain cup in Qing Feng’s hands suddenly broken. Qing Feng still refused to let go and the sharp pieces of porcelain fiercely penetrated into her flesh and blood quickly welled up.+

“Ah!” Staring at that dark red blood, Ru Yi was so scared that she took a step back.

“Mistress, you must let go!” Fu Ling was so frightened that her cold sweat kept coming out. She wanted to remove the porcelain pieces from her hands but Qing Feng did not want to let go and in the middle of struggling, Fu Ling felt a warm liquid flowing out from her wrist all the way down, instantly staining Qing Feng’s sleeves, filling the room with the scent of blood.

“Ru Yi, quickly, quickly go invite the Imperial Physician over!” This wound of Mistress was deep and if the blood continue to flow like this, Mistress would not be able to bare it.

“Yes yes!” Ru Yi finally recovered from her panic before quickly running out and almost b.u.mp into Ming Ze who was just coming in. Seeing that the situation was critical, Ru Yi did not think anything more and just ran out quickly.

Ming Ze heard the sound of the cup shattering and quickly smelt the scent of blood. He knew that something was wrong and rushed quickly across the screen. Both Fu Ling and Qing Feng seemed to be fighting over something and when Ming Ze squinted his eyes, he saw Qing Feng’s scarlet hands. Fu Ling wanted to released her hands but Qing Feng still clutched it so tightly that Fu Ling had no way to stop her.

Ming Ze grabbed Qing Feng’s wrist and pried her fingers open so that the few pieces of porceline fell onto the ground. When Ming Ze came over to help, Fu Ling’s hear calmed down as she looked that her cold hands that was filled with blood. As she was afraid of how much blood would flow before the Imperial Physician arrived, Fu Ling urgently said, “I. I will go and find for medication to stop bleeding.” After which, Fu Ling stumbled as she ran out.

Naturally Qing Feng’s strength was of no match to Ming Ze and she could only let him clutch of her wrist but her delicate hands was still clenching on tightly into fist. Ming Ze’s sharp eyes spotted that she was still clutching a few fragments in her palm and that originally white porcelain has soaked in the dark red blood.

“Let go!” Ming Ze, who was always indifferent to things, saw her torment herself like this, became somewhat irritated. He use one of his hand to pin her wrists down and the other hand to force her palm open. That sharp porcelain piece dug deep into her flesh and just by looking at that b.l.o.o.d.y hand one would feel pain. This woman seemed to think that it was not enough and her slender fingers was moving constantly like they wanted to embed all the porcelain pieces into her flesh before she was satisfied. With Qing Feng struggling, her blood spilt onto the ground quicker, making Ming Ze completely irritated by her as he coldly said, “Your son is already dead. Even if you drain all the blood out and torture yourself to death, he would not come back alive.”

Your son is dead …

Dead…

That angry voice scolded her and those facts that she was long aware but did not want to believe and together with the fear and despair entered her heart. Qing Feng no longer struggled and stumbled onto the ground. Ming Ze was agile and clutched his hand around her waist to slow down the falling speed as his other hand removed the pieces of porcelain from her hands and flung to the corner of the wall.

Qing Feng slumped onto the floor as she curled up. She felt so cold, like her entire body was immersed in icy water. She could not help but hope that she would sink into the darkness and never wake up. But her mind was unusually sober as she remembered everything that happened today. Remembering Zhi-er’s giggling laughter. Remembering his sweet smile. And also remembering his greenish purple face. And most of all, remembering his ice cold hands!

Zhi-er, are you now as cold as your mother? Your mother really want to accompany you!