The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 267 Life and death are uncertain

Meanwhile, Murong Peifeng was facing a life-or-death situation.

Outside, the wind and snow howled, and inside, Murong Qingyun felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She looked at the blackened blood in the wooden basin, her face pale. "Imperial Physician Zheng, how is my brother?"

Jing Rong, who was standing to the side, also asked, "Yes, Imperial Physician, when exactly will the Crown Prince wake up?"

After saying this, Jingrong almost burst into tears. She wasn't crying for Murong Peifeng; she was crying for herself. Why was her life so unlucky? The servants in the mansion were already gossiping that she was bringing bad luck to her husband's family, and now that Murong Peifeng was seriously injured, she was going to be drowned in spittle.

Ever since Murong Peifeng fell off a cliff and lost his hand, he seemed to have been plagued by misfortune. First, Murong Ruoyan died unexpectedly, then the Lady of the Marquis's Mansion fell into a coma. Now he has been assassinated, his chest not only pierced by a sharp sword, but the sword is also poisoned. Imperial Physician Zheng has been applying acupuncture and preparing medicine for a whole day, but Murong Peifeng on the bed is still unconscious and motionless.

Physician Zheng was Lady Wu Zhihua's cousin, and therefore Murong Peifeng's maternal uncle. So he spoke directly, "The poison on the sword is extremely potent. I have already given him acupuncture and medicine. Whether he can wake up or not depends on his fate."

It was practically a direct statement that their fate was uncertain.

"Woooooo~"

"Ahhh~"

Jingrong finally couldn't hold back her tears and covered her face with her handkerchief. She first sobbed softly, and then burst into loud sobs.

A sense of desolation washed over them, and everyone fell silent.

Standing in the corner, Gao An's eyes were dark and unreadable. Now that Murong Peifeng was seriously injured, he had lost his backbone. Fortunately, Teng Hui, the former prime minister of Qi Kingdom, had returned and sealed off the Pingchang Marquis's mansion, and ambushed assassins all around. It could be said that the Pingchang Marquis's mansion was now a secret prison, with no way out once you entered.

……

Yongfu Palace.

Jing Anle used a needle to pick up a candle; the flame flickered, and the candle wax dripped continuously.

"Princess, these matters can be left to the servants." Afang looked at Jing Anle with a puzzled expression. When did the princess develop this hobby?

"How interesting! Do you think it hurts when this candle burns itself?"

Afang was bewildered. "Can a candle feel pain?"

“The candle won’t feel pain, but Murong Peifeng will definitely feel pain!” Mu Ping, who had entered at some point, suddenly spoke up.

"Mu Ping is back?" A Fang's voice was cheerful. Ever since she mentioned her last time, every time Mu Ping came back from outside, the first thing she would do was to get clean shoes and socks for Mu Ping to change into.

Jing Anle smiled helplessly, then asked Mu Ping, "Then... how is he?" Jing Anle kept stirring the candle wax. She wished that Murong Peifeng would die immediately and fall into the eighteenth level of hell, never to be redeemed again. But she also knew that death was the easiest thing to do.

Mu Ping, oblivious to Jing Anle's emotions, continued, "Murong Peifeng is seriously injured and has been unconscious for two days. It is still unknown whether he will wake up."

"Hmph!" Jing Anle snorted coldly, "What's this? He'd better hold on, there's a lot more to come!"

Jing Anle really wanted to see Murong Peifeng wake up and go crazy, to experience the betrayal and hurt from the one he loved. He wanted Murong Peifeng to taste that feeling too.

"What about the Prince Qing's residence? What's going on?" Jing Anle continued to ask.

"Everything is going according to the princess's plan. As expected, the Prince Qing's mansion hosted a banquet for Qi Zhi. Although we don't know what happened inside, we had already instructed Can'er to act according to the situation."

Jing Anle extinguished the candle wick directly, her tone icy, "Very well! I can't wait to see the spectacle of brothers turning against each other and lovers turning against each other!"