Chapter 1087: Blade of Vengeance
He always remembered the day when his younger sister came of age, when her bare hands held the brush and sketched white plum blossoms on rice paper. How could they be stained with blood?
Xiao Zhan followed closely behind him, riding his horse at full speed. The faint sound of fighting that he heard outside the palace wall last night now sounded like a heavy hammer hitting his chest.
He knew better than anyone that the woman who always reviewed memorials in the imperial study with red eyes probably didn't even have the strength to cry at this moment.
The white banners of the Lan Mansion fluttered like snow, and the wailing sounds tore at the eardrums of every intruder.
When Jiang Xiaoan rushed into the mourning hall, stepping on the broken paper money on the ground, he ran into Jiang Xue kneeling in front of the ebony tablet. The candlelight made the white hair on her temples almost transparent.
"Xiao An..." Fu Dong stretched out his hand to stop him, but froze in mid-air when he touched those bloodshot eyes.
Jiang Xiaoan knelt directly on the mat, and his bony hands stroked the three small characters "Jiang Xiaowei" in gold-painted calligraphy, and a whimper like a trapped beast came from his throat.
"Feng Ziqing."
Jiang Xue suddenly spoke, her voice as cold as ice: "Rather than a quick death, wouldn't it be better to be cut into pieces while alive?"
She picked up the paper money and threw it into the brazier, watching the flames devour the white hemp: "This blade of revenge should be wielded by General Lan himself."
Jiang Xiaoan stood up suddenly, and the jade pendant on his waist hit the scabbard and broke into two pieces: "Lead the way!"
He passed by the strong winter wind that shook the white candle in front of the coffin. In the swaying light and shadow, Jiang Xue suddenly covered her lower abdomen and curled up into a bow shape, with warm blood flowing to the corner of her skirt...
Deep in the dungeon, Feng Ziqing was lying on a moldy straw mat, retching, the iron chains on his wrists rattling as he twitched.
The hair that she once took pride in was now scattered like dry grass, and she suddenly laughed crazily - it turned out that the sandalwood sutras in Shodai-ji Temple were the last dignity in her life.
The iron chains in the dark cell suddenly made a crisp sound, and Feng Ziqing suddenly woke up on the cold jade bed.
When she was thrown into this dark dungeon three days ago, she should have expected that Jiang Xue would not let her go easily.
But when those disheveled refugees were driven in, she was still awakened by the smell of blood in her throat.
It turns out that the so-called "Wan Gu Shi Xin San" can not only paralyze the meridians, but also make people unable to even bite their tongue to commit suicide.
"Is the Queen Mother enjoying herself?"
The jailer's hoarse laughter came from outside the iron window. Feng Ziqing bit her lower lip tightly until she tasted the salty blood.
At this moment, she finally understood Jiang Xue's cruelty. This was not a love potion at all, but a poison that made people stay awake and endure all the humiliation.
The stinging pain from the wrists rubbed by the chains was no match for the shame and anger surging in my chest.
The moment the cell door creaked, Feng Ziqing instinctively curled up into a ball.
When she saw that the person coming was Jiang Xiaoan, she actually laughed softly.
The head of the Jiang family, who was always known for his gentleness, now had red eyes, and the jade pendant on his waist kept shaking with his heavy breathing - it seemed that he had seen the cold corpse in Xiaowei Pavilion.
"Your sister was begging me for mercy before she gave birth."
She deliberately let the bloodstained sleeves slide off her shoulders, and saw the other man's pupils shrink as she wished: "Those rough men don't know how to be gentle with women. I kindly wiped her body three times before wrapping her in the straw mat."
When the black robe brought a strong wind, Feng Ziqing even raised her neck on her own initiative.
Jiang Xiaoan's palm with white knuckles was pressed against her throat, but he did not tighten it for a long time.
It was not until the guard Fu Dong rushed in to stop her that she looked at his trembling hands and sneered, "Master Jiang, are you reluctant?"
"The three hundred guards of the General's Mansion have arrived in the suburbs of Beijing."
Fu Dong's low voice suddenly froze the air in the prison: "General Lan Feng will return to the court in three days. The princess has ordered..."
Feng Ziqing's ears were buzzing and her nails were digging deeply into her palms.
That name was like a poisoned silver needle, shattering her forced composure.
It turned out that Jiang Xue spared her life because she wanted to use her broken body as a sharp blade to stab Lan Feng.
The iron chains rattled as she struggled suddenly, but her meridians, corroded by the poison, could not use any internal strength.
"If you really want to, you might as well send more people."
She suddenly smiled beautifully, and her bloodstained lips brushed across the back of Jiang Xiaoan's hand: "When General Lan sees me like this..."
"Shut up!" Jiang Xiaoan shouted, and the dust on the cell roof fell down.
He staggered back half a step, and the jade pendant on his waist hit the stone wall heavily, and cracks spread like a spider web.
This young imperial physician, who was usually calm and gentle, now fled in panic like a lost teenager.
Feng Ziqing stared at the stumbling figure and let her tears mixed with blood fall down.
At least Lan Feng would know that she would rather die in the most miserable way than become a bargaining chip for the enemy to threaten him.
The metal mouth clamp forced her jaw open and the bitter pill slid down her throat.
Feng Ziqing choked and coughed violently and tried to spit it out, but the man grabbed her throat and forced her to swallow it.
"Jiang Xiaoan!" She stared at the person in front of her with bloodshot eyes.
Half a month ago, Jiang Xue could still rely on the Miao girl Ateli to save her from the chronic poison, but now her ally's life or death is uncertain, and the poison she took this time is obviously not a deadly poison - this realization scares her more than death.
The celadon medicine bottle glowed coldly between Jiang Xiaoan's fingers: "This thing is called Qianji Yin, and it takes effect once every two hours."
He suddenly leaned over and tore open Feng Ziqing's collar, his fingertips stroking the throbbing blood vessels under his collarbone:
"You will feel like you have thousands of silver needles running through your blood vessels. This will be a good opportunity to test the properties of the Princess' pregnancy-preserving medicine."
Feng Ziqing looked at the scarlet bloodshot in the man's eyes and suddenly chuckled: "You have become Jiang Xue's most loyal dog. You even had a secret meeting with her in the Stargazing Pavilion on the night of her wedding..."
A cold light flashed, and the black iron scabbard hit her neck heavily.
Fu Dong held Jiang Xiaoan's trembling wrist and said, "Xiaoan, it's time to check His Highness' pulse."
Jiang Xue bit three pieces of cork into pieces but still couldn't stop groaning, her hair soaked with cold sweat stuck to her pale cheeks.
Xiao Zhan held her hand and continuously transferred his true Qi into her, leaving several bloody marks on her palms.
"The fetus is in reverse position!"
The midwife suddenly collapsed to the ground, and the copper basin in her hand fell to the ground with a clang: "It's... it's a reverse lotus fetus!"
Xiao Zhan smashed the sandalwood footrest with his palm: "Last month, the imperial physician's order clearly stated that the fetus is in the correct position!"
"Your Majesty, please be clear!"
The old doctor was shaking like a sieve: "Maybe it was because of the bumpy ride the other day. Now the young master's feet are facing downwards. What shall I do..."
The candlelight flickered in the delivery room, and the smell of blood mixed with the scent of mugwort surged between the curtains.
The old woman trembled and retreated to the side of the screen, her dry branch-like fingers almost digging into the carved wooden frame: "My Lord, I dare not use this unique skill of moving the palace and changing the fetus..."
Xiao Zhan's bony hands gripped the armrests of the armchair, and the rosewood made slight cracking sounds.
The scene of Jiang Yuyin's difficult labor three days ago flashed before his eyes, and a rusty taste rolled through his throat. "What did Imperial Doctor Jiang do that day?"
"To answer your question, it requires acupuncture and massage, but now..."
The old woman was interrupted by hurried footsteps before she finished her words. Fu Dong helped Jiang Xiaoan across the threshold, and the hem of the young doctor's official robe was still stained with night dew.
Amid the sound of the silver needle breaking through the air, Jiang Xue bit a piece of ginseng between her pale lips. Under her pajamas soaked with cold sweat, Jiang Xiaoan's fingertips trembled slightly: "For fetal breathing disorder, the Baihui and Zhiyin acupoints should be used..."
The voice stopped abruptly, and he suddenly pressed Jiang Xue's bulging belly: "No!"
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