FID – Chapter 938

Chapter 938: Do You Think He Would Die Like This?

“The doctors from Baicao Valley were well-known and highly skilled, always highly valued by nobles of various countries. Many imperial doctors chosen by the palaces were selected from Baicao Valley. Your mother was outstanding in the art of healing and conditioning, which is why she was selected at the age of twelve to serve in the Nanling imperial palace, caring for the late emperor’s health.”

“Unfortunately, no one expected that she would fall in love with the late emperor, who was more than ten years older than her, and bear you, thus violating the clan rule that Baicao Valley women must not have any entanglements with the royal family. She aroused the jealousy of the late emperor’s consorts, which brought disaster upon Baicao Valley!”

Xue Zhong grew emotional at this point, his energy failing; he needed to take deep breaths between his words.

“More than three hundred lives in Baicao Valley were cruelly slaughtered by the Nanling royal family, all because of your mother’s recklessness! The entire clan was wiped out! I warned her many times, but she ignored me. Otherwise, how could Baicao Valley have fallen into such ruin? I hate her! I hate the royal family! And I hate you, this cursed child!”

He looked at Feng Qingbai, his murky eyes full of unhidden hatred, turbulent and overwhelming.

Feng Qingbai sat silently, expressionless. 

He didn’t react at all to Xue Zhong’s hatred.

“Why do you think she fled the palace with you? Because she couldn’t face her own conscience! She caused the destruction of my Baicao Valley! Had she stayed by the late emperor’s side, how could she face the three hundred souls of Baicao Valley’s victims? Ha-ha-ha!”

“So that’s all the secrets you wanted to tell me?” Feng Qingbai asked calmly amid his wild laughter, “Are you done?”

Xue Zhong’s smile faded as he looked at Feng Qingbai gravely. “You don’t believe me?”

“Do you think I’m easily fooled?” Feng Qingbai stood up and looked down at the man lying on the ground. “Xue Zhong, playing tricks on me at a time like this seems like you’re not very worried about your own situation.”

Pausing for a moment, Feng Qingbai curled his lips slightly. “You know I won’t take your life, so you act without restraint, right? Indeed, I won’t kill you, nor will I keep you locked up in this prison any longer. You can leave whenever you want. But what Dongyue and Beicang do to you after that is no longer my concern.”

Their eyes met, and Xue Zhong smiled again. “You’re right, I do know you won’t kill me. And I also know that if Dongyue and Beicang really intend to do something to me, you definitely won’t stand by idly because Xue Qinglian is still alive!”

Feng Qingbai’s expression darkened as he looked down from his high position, and seeing that, Xue Zhong laughed even more wildly.

“For over a month now, you’ve frequently tortured me harshly, trying to confuse me, making me think Xue Qinglian was dead, that I’d lost my leverage and couldn’t hold you. Every time you tortured me, you did so without mercy, trying to lead me to suspect that, almost fooling me. Almost—ha-ha-ha! Xue Qinglian must have told you that he was poisoned, right?”

Feng Qingbai slowly sat back down, watching the man laugh loudly. “So what if he was?”

“So all your earlier threats were fake. You won’t let me go, nor will you kill me. You only want to extract information from me!” The smile on Xue Zhong’s face twisted into something sinister, his murky eyes suddenly flickering with a strange light. “I can’t fool you, and you can’t fool me. My leverage is still there!”

After finishing speaking, Xue Zhong suddenly slapped hard on his chest. Before Feng Qingbai could stop him, it was too late. Feng Qingbai rushed forward and grabbed his hand, only to find a horizontal hairpin already stabbed into Xue Zhong’s chest.

It barely went in.

Xue Zhong was still laughing, his eyes fixed tightly on Feng Qingbai. With a smirk, fresh blood spilled out from his mouth.

“You tell me, will he die like this? Ha-ha-ha-ha!”

Watching the man still laughing wildly, Feng Qingbai’s gaze turned ice-cold, nearly freezing the air around him.

“Someone! Immediately carry him to the King’s Manor!”

For a moment, chaos erupted in the prison.

No one expected Xue Zhong to attempt suicide. Seeing the horizontal hairpin stuck in his chest, the prison guards fell silent, afraid to speak. How could anyone survive such a wound?

Even if he were sent to the King’s Manor now, it would be useless.

The famous divine doctor of the King was known throughout the capital, but no matter how miraculous the title, she was not a deity. No one could bring the dead back to life.

The King’s order was likely a desperate act.

Though they thought this, the guards dared not slack off, quickly carrying Xue Zhong out of the prison and heading straight to the King’s Manor.

Feng Qingbai followed at the rear. Before leaving the prison, he glanced once toward the deepest part of the dungeon, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

At the King’s Manor, the door to the surgery room remained tightly closed, with not a sound coming from inside.

Qian Wanjin and Shi Xianrou still stood guard at the door like two guardian deities.

When they saw a group of prison guards rushing over carrying a stretcher, they exchanged a glance and stepped forward to meet them.

On the stretcher lay a man covered in blood from head to toe, with disheveled hair and ragged clothes—filthy, miserable, and ghastly.

“Xue Zhong?” Qian Wanjin looked at the unconscious man and sneered, showing no surprise at all.

“Carry him to the room beside here,” Shi Xianrou calmly commanded, directing the guards to place Xue Zhong in a room next to the courtyard. She did not ask why he was in such a state or why he was brought to the manor.

Both were so composed that the guards found it strange.

But being low-ranking, the guards could only conceal their doubts and dared not ask.

After laying him down, they withdrew.

Feng Qingbai appeared at the courtyard gate last, slow and unhurried, with a calm expression.

As soon as Qian Wanjin saw him, he curled his lip and said, “You really anticipated everything perfectly.”

Ignoring his sarcastic remark, Feng Qingbai walked straight toward the surgery room, didn’t even knock, and pushed the door open to enter.

But what they saw was not the expected scene of surgery at all. The lead surgeon, Liu Yusheng, and her four assistants were sitting around a square table in the room, leisurely drinking tea!

And a certain Qinglian, who was supposed to undergo the final surgery today, was lying on the bed fast asleep, showing no sign of having had any operation.

“Shengsheng, go check on him, just in case he really dies,” Feng Qingbai said softly, glancing at the bed.

If Xue Zhong really died, Xue Qinglian would be doomed to die with him. That would make Xue Qinglian want to puke herself to death.

“He won’t die,” Liu Yusheng stood up, picked up a small medical box beside her, and headed to the next room, her expression full of nonchalance. “Qinglian said Xue Zhong’s heart isn’t like normal people’s. It’s on the right side. That’s why even though he is stabbed multiple times on the left side, he won’t easily die.”

“Excessive blood loss can kill people too, Lucky Nannan, don’t be so dismissive. If he really kicks the bucket, I’ll die with him,” the seemingly sleeping person on the bed spoke.

Before stepping out, Liu Yusheng glanced at Xue Qinglian, her eyes dimming slightly.

This guy was probably feeling sad but was pretending to be indifferent and unaffected. Such a demeanor made people reluctant to expose his true feelings.

His own uncle was really intent on taking his life to achieve his goals. So what was all the past dependence on each other really worth?