The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 128 Hard to Accept

"The prince is awake! The prince is awake!"

The Pingchang Marquis's residence, which had been silent all day, seemed to come alive at the servant's shouts. Murong Qingyun was startled awake from her nap. She hadn't even taken off her shoes and socks when she opened her eyes and asked the maid, "Has my elder brother woken up?"

"Yes, yes," the maid Xiao Tao's voice was full of surprise.

Upon hearing this, Murong Qingyun quickly stood up and said, "Let's go see our elder brother."

"Fourth Miss, don't worry. It's just past the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), and Madam and Third Miss must have already gone there..." Xiao Tao hesitated, guessing that Murong Ruoyan was still angry and would likely suffer if she went there now.

The sky outside was still tinged with a bluish-black hue. Murong Qingyun glanced at it and said, "Let's go. As long as I can see him from afar, I'll feel at ease."

……

When Murong Peifeng opened his eyes, he saw Murong Peilin asleep in a chair. This nominal younger brother had always liked to stick to him since childhood, but after Murong Peifeng learned of his identity, he intentionally distanced himself from him.

Until two years ago, when Murong Peilin left the Marquis's mansion to become a disciple, it became clear that Murong Peilin had indeed grown up a lot.

“Pei Lin…” Murong Pei Feng opened his mouth, his voice extremely hoarse. He swallowed unconsciously, his throat was full of pain. Only then did he remember that he had been attacked in Shida Ridge. It seemed that he had been rescued.

Murong Peifeng unconsciously tried to move his right hand, but found that he couldn't move it at all, as if he had no feeling in it. Instead, he aggravated the other wounds on his body, and his cry of pain woke up the half-asleep Murong Peilin.

"Brother, you're awake!" His voice was filled with joy as he stepped forward to steady the struggling Murong Peifeng. "Brother, you're injured, don't move around."

Murong Peifeng then noticed that his right shoulder was wrapped tightly in gauze. He stopped and asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened to me?"

"Feng'er!"

Before Murong Peilin could answer, a woman's voice called out from afar. It was Wu Zhihua, her eyes filled with worry, her face solemn, as if she had aged several years overnight.

"Mother, you've come." Murong Peilin quickly went up to help Wu Zhihua to sit down by the bed.

"Brother!" Although Murong Ruoyan was still angry about what had happened before, she rushed over when she heard that Murong Peifeng had woken up.

So everyone gathered around Murong Peifeng's bedside. Their intense gazes made Murong Peifeng feel awkward and uneasy for the first time. He didn't know what to say, so he could only ask, "Where is Gao An?"

“Brother still has the mind to manage a servant, but your injuries are much more serious than his,” Murong Ruoyan muttered.

"Ruoyan!" Murong Peilin gently called out to stop her.

Murong Ruoyan was already angry, and when she saw Murong Peilin talking about her, she simply stopped caring about anything and vented her anger all at once: "That's right! Even Physician Zheng said that my brother's hand is beyond cure."

"Shut up!" It was Wu Zhihua who spoke at that moment, her voice filled with anger.

Murong Ruoyan then realized she had misspoke and quickly waved her hands, "I... I was just talking nonsense, brother." She looked helplessly at Murong Peifeng.

"Brother, don't listen to Ruoyan's nonsense. The imperial physician said she needs to be properly treated."

"Yes, Feng'er, don't you know Ruoyan? She can't keep her mouth shut."

Murong Peifeng couldn't hear what was said after that. He only felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind. With a loud bang, his face suddenly turned gloomy and terrifying.

Everyone looked at Murong Peifeng with worry, and the air fell into a deathly silence.

"What happened to my hand? What happened to it?!"

A moment later, Murong Peifeng roared an accusation. In more than ten years, he had never lost his composure like this, like a mad lion.

No one dared to answer the question, and Murong Ruoyan began to sob in fear.

"Feng'er..."

"Tell me! What's wrong with my hand!" Murong Peifeng's body was still unable to move, and he could only desperately pound the bed board with his free left hand.

"Brother, please don't do this," Murong Peilin said as he stepped forward to stop him.

"Second brother, second brother, tell me, my hand... is my hand ruined?"

Murong Peifeng's left hand tugged desperately at Murong Peilin's sleeve, pressing him for a satisfactory answer.

Silence, silence again.

Murong Peifeng understood something from the looks in everyone's eyes. He gave a bitter smile, his eyes dimmed, and his pale lips trembled numbly. "My hand, is it... is it ruined?"

"No, Feng'er, you are a man of exceptional talent. Even if you can't wield swords and spears, you are still a true man of integrity."

Wu Zhihua couldn't bear to see Murong Peifeng like this either; she was heartbroken and could only offer this consolation.

“Mother is right, elder brother. You will always be the heir of the Pingchang Marquis’s mansion. Even if you can’t fight on the battlefield, your talent and ability to compose poems are still admirable,” Murong Peilin said.

Murong Peifeng couldn't listen to anything at the moment. As if he had lost his mind, he burst into laughter. He had carried this burden for ten years since he was seven years old, and worked hard for ten years, all for the sake of returning to Qi Kingdom and returning to his rightful place. But now he had become a cripple. It was utterly ridiculous.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Feng'er, don't scare your mother!"

"Someone, quickly go and fetch a doctor!"

"elder brother!"

The Pingchang Marquis's residence was plunged into chaos once again.