L'histoire destructrice de mari d'une impitoyable médecin légiste

Chapitre 49

Zi Jin was utterly shocked. Staring at west Le's pale face, she stood frozen in place: "You...why..."

"Come back to Chen Kingdom with me." west Le smiled weakly, swaying precariously as she shielded Zi Jin beneath her.

"Why..."

"Who would be as foolish as you, using your hand to block a knife? What would you do if you didn't come with me? Come back to Chen Kingdom with me." west Le sighed softly, seemingly helpless.

"When? When will you remember me?..." It sounded like a desperate sigh, yet also like a helpless accusation.

"Jin'er...why are you unwilling to come looking for me?...Why are you unwilling to come to Chen Kingdom to look for me?" Her voice was as cold and clear as the clinking of jade.

The sound of the wind... the sound of the wind... the sound of the wind... Nalan's wind... it seemed like longing, it seemed like grief, it seemed like expectation, the sound was as clear and cold as the clinking of jade.

Zi Jin's mind was in chaos. She stared blankly at Xi Le's profile, a hint of confusion flashing across her face. Seeing that Zi Jin was still so hesitant, Xi Le smiled sadly, raised the soft sword in her hand, and was about to turn around.

When Zi Jin saw that familiar smile, her heart ached. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed Xi Le's collar. She looked up and saw a long, gaping wound on Xi Le's left shoulder: "If you die here, no one will accompany me to Chen Kingdom."

west Le's stunningly beautiful face turned deathly pale, yet her lips curled into a smile of pure joy: "Hold on tight, I'll lead you out of here."

Zi Jin shook her head, squatted down, took out the medicine from her bundle, applied it to west Le, and then tore off a piece of her own clothing to bandage the wound. A dazed smile appeared on west Le's face.

Zi Jin handed a small porcelain bottle to west Le, made him swallow one of the pills, and smiled reassuringly at west Le: "Wait for me, I'll be right back."

Seeing that west Le was sitting alone in the middle and showed no intention of resisting, and Emperor Xuanlong had ordered that they not be harmed, no one from the Imperial Guards stepped forward.

Perhaps due to Emperor Xuanlong's decree, Zi Jin casually picked up a sword and rushed to the very center. She stood there with a strange smile and tossed one of the items in her hand. The small porcelain bottle suddenly exploded on the ground, and a puff of smoke drifted over.

"Oh no! Everyone hold your breath!" someone shouted from inside the smoke.

Zi Jin sneered inwardly: If holding one's breath were effective, why would one need to administer the medicine? This medicine can enter the body through a person's hair.

Zi Jin, running through the smoke, threw the medicine in six directions. After the smoke cleared, everyone lay on the ground, conscious but weak, except for west Le, who remained sitting still.

west Le swept her gaze across the twenty-four guards on the ground and shouted angrily, "Little mute! You poison your own people!" Her words even revealed a childlike coquettishness.

"Give them the medicine you have."

Zi Jin walked to Zi Yingfeng's side and took a deep look at the disheveled Zi Yingfeng and Emperor Xuanlong beside him. Just now, Zi Yingfeng's face was flushed and his breathing was unsteady. Although it looked like he had been pampered, it looked more like he had been drugged.

Zi Jin squatted down, took Zi Yinfeng's hand, pressed his pulse for a long time, then angrily shook off Zi Yinfeng's wrist. Without looking at Zi Yinfeng again, she took off the wooden hairpin from her head and the Soul Gathering Jade from her body, put them in Zi Yinfeng's hand, and turned to leave.

Overwhelmed with grief, Zi Yingfeng closed his eyes and said weakly, "Jin'er! It's not what you think... it's not what you think..."

"Your pulse is steady, it's not a symptom of traditional Chinese medicine, it's not what I thought. Then what is it? Are you trying to tell me that you're healing your wounds?" Zi Jin turned around coldly, her face revealing a strong sense of sarcasm and self-mockery.

Zi Yingfeng's face turned pale, and a bleak smile appeared on his face: "If you really don't want to forgive me, you don't have to force yourself... But you must wear this Soul Gathering Jade, otherwise your soul and body will not be in harmony... I'm begging you to wear it, okay?"

Zi Jin turned her head away: "I, Nalan Fengyin, will return these two items to you on behalf of Zi Jin... We will be even in this life."

Despair filled Zi Yingfeng's eyes as he murmured, "...In this life...we owe each other nothing...nothing at all."

"...She's not dead...she's not dead! Zi Yingfeng, you!...You've been deceiving me all these years!" Emperor Xuanlong struggled, eager to get up.

Zi Jin stopped looking at anyone and walked towards Xi Le when suddenly a hand grabbed her foot.

Zi Jin lowered her head and met Jun Lin's phoenix eyes.

"Return your heart to me, or I will not let you leave."

Zi Jin gently exerted force, and Jun Lin's hand loosened.

Jun Lin struggled, grabbing Zi Jin's ankle again: "Don't go, I'll give you anything you want, please don't go!" Zi Jin gently slapped away Jun Lin's weak hand, "Go ahead, but I will never let you go, no matter where you are. Once you fall into my hands again, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Jun Chi's eyes were lifeless. He looked at Zi Jin's retreating figure with a half-smile, unsure whether he was mocking others or himself.

Zi Jin turned around and took a deep look at the people lying around her and the palace where she had lived for four years. She gently helped west Le up and walked towards the palace gate.

west Le slowly turned around to look at Emperor Xuanlong and Zi Yingfeng, a smile brighter than the moonlight on her face.

"Jin'er, don't go to Chen Kingdom! Don't go!" Zi Yingfeng's mournful and desperate voice rang out behind Zi Jin.

Emperor Xuanlong's gaze was deathly fixed on Zi Jin's retreating figure; his lips parted slightly, then closed weakly again. As Zi Jin disappeared through the palace gates, Emperor Xuanlong's resolve hardened. He crawled desperately toward Zi Jin, slowly reaching out his hand, when suddenly he coughed up blood and fainted.

A goddess reincarnated, originally meant to save all living beings, was born to answer questions of love and tribulations. Her passionate nature was always wounded by the heartless. (Part 1) [Bonus Chapter]

The passionate are always hurt by the heartless (Part 1) [Bonus Chapter] Author's Note: Before reading this bonus chapter, please calm down and read it carefully word by word. I hope you will be fully immersed in the story.

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8452202 Crown Prince No No Jian Ji Man When I was a child, my father held my hand and walked me through the palaces, big and small, and said to me: You are the most noble crown prince of the Moon Kingdom, the only one who will inherit this palace and this land. Anyone who tries to take it from you will never see the sunrise tomorrow.

Consort Song and my former brother were poisoned in the palace. Consort Lan and my former brother were thrown into a well. Consort Su and my former brother were assassinated in the palace.

Later on, countless concubines and princes died, and I was left with only a younger brother who couldn't die and the most cowardly younger brother.

Walking along the palace corridors, the sound I heard most often was my own footsteps. Day and night, I listened to my own footsteps echoing through the palace, so hollow, so empty.

Just when I was getting used to the emptiness and void, his slap disrupted my life, my world, my destiny, and everything else.

I have never seen such a bold, reckless, and detestable person. Everyone in the palace treats me with utmost respect and awe. Why did he dare to slap me like that, yet remain oblivious to the unforgivable sins he has committed?