FID – Chapter 929

Chapter 929: Why Feed Him So Well?

“Say it!” Qian Wanjin and Shi Xianrou immediately said.

“Help me find a few doctors who are experienced in suturing. Their character must be trustworthy. Don’t pick anyone too proud or arrogant. I need them to assist me.”

The two instantly understood why Liu Yusheng placed such an emphasis on character.

Most doctors were proud and reserved; few would accept merely assisting someone else. Especially since she specifically requested doctors experienced in suturing—such doctors would have been practicing for many years and earned their own reputation. People like that would be even less willing to serve as an assistant; if word got out, they’d be mocked.

There were also some who might come, but most likely with ulterior motives. Due to Liu Yusheng’s current status and influence, which were beyond the reach of ordinary people, working with her could open up many future opportunities.

Therefore, character was the most important factor.

Liu Yusheng’s request was practically an impossible task, yet the two showed not a trace of hesitation and nodded, “Alright, we’ll definitely get it done!”

No matter how difficult it was, it must be done!

On the bed, a close friend was waiting to be saved.

If they further delay, Qinglian might spend the rest of her life bedridden.

Listening to the conversation, Xue Qinglian wanted to say something to lighten the mood. He opened her mouth, but his throat was blocked.

Not from pain, but some inexplicable congestion. His chest felt too full, as if the moment he opened his mouth, everything inside would spill out.

After Qian Wanjin and Shi Xianrou agreed, they immediately left the royal residence and sent out their own people to search for doctors who met the requirements. At the same time, they had to be cautious of any doctors from Baicao Valley trying to sneak in. 

Before approaching any doctor, they would first thoroughly investigate their background and personal history.

On Liu Yusheng’s side, she also began preparing for the series of surgeries to come.

The two groups acted separately, each busy with their own tasks. Xue Qinglian gave himself a mission too — to lie peacefully in bed and play the part of an idle young master with no practical skills.

He used to always feel like he never got enough sleep. Now, even if he didn’t want to sleep, he had no choice.

He figured the heavens must have some fondness for him. Seeing he was too exhausted, they forced him to rest.

He originally thought that since Qian Wanjin now had things to take care of, the guy wouldn’t remember to torment someone until they wished they were dead. But just as Feng Qingbai returned at midday, that rascal showed up right behind him.

“Feng Qingbai, that old bastard is locked up in the imperial prison, right? Take me there. I want to make him suffer!” The man followed close on Feng Qingbai’s heels, gritting his teeth in rage.

“And how exactly do you plan to make him suffer?” Feng Qingbai asked calmly.

Qian Wanjin immediately pulled out a bunch of bottles and jars from his robe and slammed them on the table. “I want him to wish he could reincarnate and start life over!”

There were over a dozen bottles of various poisons, and Liu Yusheng’s eye twitched at the sight. This guy’s thirst for revenge was nearly on par with Feng Qingbai’s.

“Well? Will you take me or not?” Qian Wanjin said. “I wanted to go on my own this morning, but they said no visitors were allowed. Anyone who tried would be treated as an accomplice. You issue the orders, fine, but can’t you at least give me a backdoor in? They’re lumping me in with ‘everyone else’. How are those people even in the same league as me?…”

During mealtime, the table was filled with Qian Wanjin’s endless chatter.

In the end, Feng Qingbai slammed his jade chopsticks on the table. “I’ll take you this afternoon.”

“Now that’s brotherhood!”

“If it weren’t for brotherhood, we wouldn’t even be able to eat this meal in peace,” Liu Yusheng sighed.

When it came to who was the most clingy and persistent around them, no one could beat Qian Wanjin.

“Has Xue Zhong shown any unusual behavior these past few days?” Liu Yusheng asked Feng Qingbai. The fact that they had captured him so smoothly still felt too suspicious to her.

Xue Zhong was a deep and cunning man. It was impossible he didn’t have a backup plan.

Poisoning Qinglian might have been just one of his many tactics.

“There’s no unusual behavior,” Feng Qingbai said with a faint curve of his lips, his long eyes glinting coldly. “Which is precisely what’s unusual.”

He was someone who had stirred chaos across three major nations for over a decade. How could he possibly surrender so willingly?

“People like that can’t be given any leeway, let alone treated with courtesy. He needs to be tortured until he confesses,” Qian Wanjin said, clenching his fist. “Isn’t he supposed to be full of schemes and poisons? If he’s on the brink of death, all those plans become useless. You think he’ll just accept that? No way. He’ll definitely make a move. And once he does, we’ll catch his slip and finally know what he’s really up to.”

Feng Qingbai and Liu Yusheng both turned to look at him.

Qian Wanjin straightened his neck, suddenly feeling a chill. “Why are you both staring at me like that?”

“Amazing. You actually managed to say something useful.”

“What the hell, Feng Qingbai, what do you mean by that? I’ve always been smart! I just kept a low profile so I wouldn’t steal your thunder!”

The couple lowered their heads and continued eating, ignoring a certain someone who claimed to be ‘low-key.’

After the meal, Qian Wanjin dragged Feng Qingbai off without delay, heading straight to the Clan Court Prison. He couldn’t even wait for a post-lunch nap.

With the King arriving at the Clan Court Prison, the chief official didn’t dare show the slightest negligence and personally led them to the prison where high-profile criminals were held.

They passed through a long corridor and eventually reached the prison, where Xue Zhong was kept in the innermost cell.

A solitary cell.

Dim, damp, and cold, surrounded on all sides by iron bars.

Despite being imprisoned, there wasn’t a trace of humiliation or disarray on Xue Zhong. There was nothing to suggest he was a criminal.

He was sitting calmly in a wheelchair, his expression composed and indifferent, as if he were in a lavish palace rather than a jail cell.

When he saw Feng Qingbai and Qian Wanjin approach, he even lifted his lips in a faint, relaxed smile from behind the bars—completely at ease.

As the saying goes, enemies meet with blazing eyes. Qian Wanjin bared his teeth in return, flashing a cold, sinister grin.

“What are you feeding him here?” Qian Wanjin asked the official in charge, with no courtesy whatsoever. With Feng Qingbai standing beside him, he could act tough like a merchant hiding behind a tiger.

The chief official didn’t dare slight him and replied respectfully, “He’s being fed the same as other prisoners—two meals a day, porridge and two dark grain buns.”

“Why are you feeding him so well? Isn’t that a waste? From now on, just give him half a bowl of dishwater per meal.”

Dishwater? The chief official froze for a moment and looked toward Feng Qingbai.

He saw the King nod. “Do as he said.”

“This servant obeys, Your Highness.” 

Dishwater was pig slop—something the Clan Court didn’t have on hand. He’d have to send someone to collect it from local restaurants.

Inside the cell, Xue Zhong’s expression shifted, his smile fading. “Is that all Your Highness is capable of? Resorting to such petty humiliation?”

“Petty?” Qian Wanjin sneered. “Do you even have the right to talk about pettiness? Do you know what that even means?” He jabbed a finger at Xue Zhong through the bars. “Wasn’t Xue Honglian loyal enough to you? Didn’t Xue Qinglian never betray you? And how did you treat him? You poisoned him with such cruel, vicious intent! He genuinely respected you as an elder, but you don’t deserve it!”

Feng Qingbai stood with his hands behind his back, letting Qian Wanjin unleash his full fury. Inside the cell, Xue Zhong’s face grew darker with every word hurled at him.

Feng Qingbai remained silent, so the chief official didn’t dare say a word either. 

Technically, shouting and disturbances weren’t allowed in the prison, and Qian Wanjin’s verbal assault was against regulations. But since His Highness himself didn’t intervene, the official could only turn a blind eye.