"Master..." As soon as Mrs. Qin saw him, she couldn't stop crying, and her pale lips trembled violently. The voice coming out of her was so sad and painful that it was heartbreaking, "Master, what should I do with Chong, Chong'er? Master. I... I really don't want to live anymore!"
"They come looking for us again?" Qin Lu's heart suddenly sank. "What did they... do to Chong'er again?"
"Master..." Madam Qin cried bitterly. After a long while, she pointed at the brocade box on the dressing table. Then she cried bitterly, "Master, you...you go and see for yourself..."
Qin Lu hurriedly stood up and walked over. With trembling hands, he opened the brocade box, and then with a "pop" sound, the brocade box fell to the ground. A bloody finger rolled out from inside.
"Plop!" Qin Lu sat down on the ground. He stared at the pale finger with blood on it, unable to wrap his eyes around it for a long time.
Mrs. Qin cried even louder. She was breathing heavily and pounding her chest hard: "I... I really don't want to live anymore. My Chong'er... my Chong'er has suffered so much, Chong'er. Mother... Mother is so sorry for you..."
Qin Lu finally caught his breath again. He felt a strong sense of powerlessness from head to toe. He reached out and tremblingly put the small finger back into the luxurious nanmu brocade box, then stood up with the help of the dressing table and walked to the bed. He looked at Madam Qin, who was so disheveled and crying, and he couldn't bear it. He wanted to comfort Madam Qin, but he couldn't say a word. He just sat there motionless, listening to Madam Qin's crying, and staring blankly at the exquisitely carved and ingenious brocade box in his hand.
"Master, can't you just tell them the recipe?" Suddenly, Madam Qin sat up from the bed. Her withered hands tightly grasped Qin Lu's arms. Her red and swollen eyes looked at Qin Lu anxiously, pleading and a little crazy. "Master! I don't care about anything now! As long as Chong'er can live! As long as I can see Chong'er before I die, it's enough! Master! Please! Just consider it as my begging you, okay!"
Madam Qin was about to get out of bed while she was talking. Qin Lu hurriedly reached out to help her lie down, but he had no idea that Madam Qin's hand was so strong that she pushed him away. Then he watched Madam Qin stumble off the bed, kneeling in front of him with just her feet, her messy long hair spread out, covering her unrecognizable face. Her red eyes looked at him eagerly and pleadingly: "Master! Please! Please let me see Chong'er! I really... I really can't stand it anymore! I want to see Chong'er! I want to see Chong'er..."
"Get up quickly! What are you doing?" Qin Lu's heart seemed to be fried in a frying pan. He was so upset and angry that his throat seemed to be burning. He bent down and stretched out his hands to support Madam Qin, but his nose suddenly felt sore when Madam Qin's protruding bones hit him. When he spoke again, Qin Lu's voice trembled, "Fen'er, don't force me, don't... don't force me..."
"Master, when have I ever forced you? Even though I was reluctant in the past, I still listened to you and sent Chong'er to Southern Xinjiang. Over the years, I have endured all kinds of hardships and sufferings for this family. I know it is not easy for you to be the head of the Imperial Hospital, so I have always tried my best to manage this family so that you don't have to worry about the future. Even... Even if I miss Chong'er, I never dare to show it in front of you, but now..." At this point, Madam Qin covered her face in pain. She twitched silently, and finally spoke again after a long while, "But Master, now, only you can save Chong'er. If you... If you hesitate any longer, maybe... Maybe the next time you send Chong'er's head!"
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