Children of Loulan

Chapter 414: I Can't Stand Such Dirty Things

At this moment, Ziya pretended to be terrified and added, "Even if you are cut into pieces, it usually only takes three to five days. But now... you have to be cut alive for three whole months before you die..."

However, just before Ziya finished speaking, the court doctor standing beside him suddenly interrupted him. The court doctor's face was as gloomy as water, and he said coldly: "What are you afraid of? Anyway, I am not going to cut your flesh. Besides, I am here to help her stop the bleeding in time. It will not be difficult to make her survive these long three months."

"Well, we have been busy enough today! Look at the sky, it is almost midnight. Let's go back and rest first, after all, everyone is exhausted after this day! Besides, the Crown Princess is safe now, so we finally got through it without any danger!"

"Come on, come on. I'm in a good mood today. I'd like to invite you to have a drink and relax. However, I don't think I'll be able to drink after tomorrow, so you have to drink to your heart's content tonight! Hahahaha..." The court doctor said with a smile on his face, and kept waving his hands to signal Ziya to keep up with him, as if he was not in a hurry to get the palace maid to confess.

Just as they turned around and prepared to leave, the court doctor suddenly stopped, turned around and said coldly to the palace maid:

"Little girl, if you really want to commit suicide, you can try biting your tongue. But I might as well tell you clearly that even if you bite off your tongue, you will not die. At most, you will not be able to speak again. And you have to think carefully. Now your limbs are broken and you can't even write. If you lose your tongue, the consequences will be... hehehe!"

After saying this, the court doctor showed a sinister sneer on his face, and then left the room with Ziya without looking back. The palace maid was left with a pale face and trembling all over. She stared blankly at their receding backs, her heart filled with fear and despair.

The next morning, the sun shone through the window lattice onto the ground of the East Palace, but Keremu did not go to the court as usual. Since he was canonized as the crown prince, he had never missed the morning court, but everything he experienced yesterday lingered in his mind like a nightmare for a long time.

Especially the fear of almost losing the Crown Princess left him with lingering fears. Therefore, he decided not to attend the court today, but to stay in the East Palace to protect his beloved Crown Princess.

At dawn, the doctors from the Imperial Hospital rushed to the Eastern Palace. They carefully felt the pulse of the Crown Princess and reported to Keremu, "Your Highness, the Crown Princess has lost too much blood due to a difficult delivery and is still in a coma. Fortunately, she is not seriously ill and will recover after a period of careful care." Hearing this, Keremu's heart, which had been hanging in the air for a long time, finally settled down a little.

At this moment, Ziya walked in quickly, bowed and said, "Your Highness, the palace maid has confessed!"

Just this morning, shortly after the sun rose, Ziya and the court doctor led a burly cook as strong as an ox and hurried to the remote place where the palace maids were imprisoned.

Even though the maid's limbs had already been broken, they still mercilessly tied her to a huge and cold cross.

You know, the poor maid's limbs were originally broken by someone! Now such a rough restraint is like adding insult to injury. In an instant, a piercing pain swept over her like a tide, quickly spreading throughout her body, making her feel as if every bone, every muscle, and even every nerve in her body had been shattered into countless pieces. Beads of sweat rolled down her pale forehead, soaking the ground beneath her in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the cook took out a worn cloth bag from his back and untied the rope. As the bag slowly unfolded, everyone's eyes were attracted - it was filled with sharp knives of various sizes! There were small knives as slender as willow leaves, and broad knives as thick as hatchets; some blades flashed with cold light, making people afraid, and some handles were inlaid with gems, looking particularly gorgeous.

Ziya stared at the knives with interest for a while, then reached out and took out a heavy machete. While weighing the weapon in his hand, he turned to the cook beside him and said, "In my opinion, this knife is the most suitable! Look at its huge size, it must be sharp enough and perfect for cutting!"

However, after hearing this, the cook frowned slightly, gave Ziya a disdainful look, and retorted unhappily: "You are really an amateur! This is clearly a machete, which is usually used for chopping hard bones. If you use it to cut meat, it is not only a waste of resources, but it is also easy to cut too deep and too hard if you are not careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly took out two knives from the table. One of the knives was only the size of a palm, but it was flashing with a cold light and the blade was extremely sharp;

The other one was shaped like a willow leaf, slender and light. He proudly raised the two knives and said proudly: "Look, this is the real tool for cutting fresh meat! As long as I cut it, I can cut thin and neat slices of meat, without any mistakes!" After that, he excitedly knocked the two knives together, and there was a crisp sound of "clang", as if announcing the power of the two swords to everyone.

Ziya on the side did not refute, but nodded slightly to show his agreement: "Well, after all, you are a professional chef, so you naturally know which knife is better to use."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly turned around, still admonishing non-stop: "In that case, please start cutting it quickly. His Highness has specifically told me that this girl has two extra lumps of flesh on her chest, so you must cut carefully and handle it properly. If there is any bleeding due to carelessness, you must immediately ask the court doctor to stop the bleeding. No matter what, you must make sure she can survive for at least three months!"

Hearing this, the cook couldn't help but look puzzled. He stared at Ziya and asked, "Then why are you turning around? What's the matter? You don't plan to stand here and watch me cook? Don't you want to take this opportunity to learn my unique skills and experience?"

However, Ziya waved his hands repeatedly, showing a trace of disgust on his face, and responded: "Alas, I haven't married yet, and I can't stand seeing such filthy things."

When the cook heard this, he was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but sneered: "Hey, he actually despises these things? It's ridiculous! Why don't you think it's dirty when you kill people?" As he said this, he turned his head to look at the court doctor beside him, as if he wanted to get some agreement and support from the other party.