The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

"Mother knows you're worried about Pei Feng, but it's all over now, so you don't need to be sad anymore." Princess Qing looked at Jing Rou with loving eyes, her tone full of pity.

Upon hearing this, Jing Rou sat up, wiping away her tears with a handkerchief as she nodded and said, "Yes, Mother." Although she answered this way, she still felt some worry in her heart.

Princess Qing sighed as she looked at Jing Rou. Her Rou'er was still too young; she wore her heart on her sleeve and didn't understand the principle of adapting to circumstances.

"Rou'er," Princess Qing called out.

"Mother?"

Princess Qing's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she said seriously, "I ask you, if Murong Peifeng really loses his life today, or is even crippled, what will you do?"

"Huh?" Jing Rou seemed surprised that Princess Qing would ask her this question, and was momentarily stunned. She hesitated, unsure how to answer, "I..."

"answer me!"

Jing Rou recalled the words of the former Princess Consort of Qing, and as if she had made a decision, she said, "In Rou'er's heart, there is only Father's great cause and supreme status!"

Hearing Jingrou's answer, Princess Qing nodded in satisfaction. "That's my good child. Rou'er, remember, men are just stepping stones for us. As long as they can bring us supreme honor, it doesn't matter who they are."

"Yes, mother."

……

The residence of the Marquis of Pingchang.

Murong Peifeng had a dream. In the dream, he was still an innocent child, lying in a warm embrace, with a young and gentle woman softly singing him a lullaby.

"Mother... Mother..." Murong Peifeng lay on the bed, half-asleep, murmuring his name.

The maids took turns applying a cool cloth to Murong Peifeng's forehead, while on the other side, the others were talking about something.

"Imperial Physician Zheng, how is Feng'er?" asked Lady Wu Zhihua, her expression grave but still relatively calm.

Standing to the side, Murong Qingyun was extremely anxious, her eyes fixed on Physician Zheng's face, afraid of missing anything. This morning, Murong Peifeng had just been brought back, and she had rushed over without stopping, not even putting on socks. However, due to her lowly status, she could only stand aside and dare not say a word.

"Yes, Imperial Physician, how is my brother?" Murong Peilin, who was standing to the side, was also very worried.

No one expected that Murong Peifeng would encounter robbers on the road and suffer such serious injuries.

Physician Zheng was over fifty years old, with a kind face. Looking at the expectant eyes of the crowd, he felt a little reluctant, but still shook his head and sighed, "Alas, what a pity, what a pity."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's hearts sank. Murong Ruoyan asked in confusion, "What does Physician Zheng mean by this?"

Murong Qingyun clutched her chest, fearing something might happen to Murong Peifeng.

"The prince's high fever is due to poisoning. I have already administered medicine, and the fever should subside tonight." Physician Zheng said, then looked up at Murong Peifeng lying inside and continued, "Although the poison can be cured, the prince's right hand was injured by swords and knives a long time ago, damaging the tendons and veins. I'm afraid it's his right hand..."

"Poisoned?"

Everyone said in unison, shocked and somewhat frightened at the same time.

"What..." Upon hearing this, Wu Zhihua felt dizzy and her body uncontrollably slumped backward.

"Mother!"

"Madam Hou!"

Everyone was startled and rushed to help.

"Quickly put it on the chair!"

Before Physician Zheng had even put away his silver needles, he casually picked one up and inserted it into Wu Zhihua's eight meridian points. After a moment, Wu Zhihua slowly woke up.

Upon seeing this, Murong Peilin went up and took Wu Zhihua's hand, saying joyfully, "Mother, you're awake?"

"Lin'er?" Wu Zhihua looked puzzled, but then she seemed to remember something and looked at Physician Zheng. "Physician, Feng'er's hands... his hands, are they really... are..." Wu Zhihua really didn't know how to say it and couldn't bear to utter two words.

The air was deathly silent. Even though Wu Zhihua didn't continue speaking, everyone knew that she meant the word "crippled".

Physician Zheng looked sad. He was not only a physician in the palace, but also the cousin of the Lady of the Marquis, making him Murong Peifeng's maternal uncle. It was a real pity that Murong Peifeng was so young and had his right hand crippled.

"Is there any other way?" After a long while, Wu Zhihua's voice was heard, and in an instant, her voice seemed to have aged a lot.

She had never been very close to Murong Peifeng before, always leaving him in the care of a wet nurse. She thought she was a heartless mother, but now that Murong Peifeng was in trouble, her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. After all, she was still a mother.

"Heaven is jealous of talent!" Doctor Zheng sighed and said, "I have already performed acupuncture on him and found that his meridians are severely damaged. I have no other choice. Even if Hua Tuo were alive today, there would be no cure."

After Physician Zheng finished speaking, the air fell silent again.

The words "incurable" extinguished everyone's last hope. Physician Zheng's medical skills were renowned in the palace, and if he made such a judgment, it must be true.

Murong Qingyun gazed at Murong Peifeng lying there, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her brother was such a proud man, so elegant and refined, yet now he had lost his right hand. How could he possibly accept this?