The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 137 Lost Soul

The next day.

On the bustling streets of the capital, only two things were being told.

First, the Empress Dowager overturned her sedan chair on her way back to the palace yesterday; second, the heir of the Marquis of Pingchang's mansion lost his hand. These events are being discussed in teahouses and restaurants, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that everyone knows about them. Of course, Jing Anle has been contributing to this.

Autumn comes early in the north. A gentle breeze blows, swirling up fallen leaves, creating a sense of desolation.

The residence of the Marquis of Pingchang.

Although the Mid-Autumn Festival was just around the corner, Wu Zhihua only instructed the servants to make simple preparations because Murong Peifeng had lost his hand. Although it was said to be simple, many customs still had to be observed, such as sacrifices and offerings, so they were all very busy. In contrast, Murong Peifeng's room was desolate and cold.

"Your Highness, I'm begging you, please have something to eat!"

The speaker was Murong Peifeng's personal servant. Since Murong Peifeng woke up, he had barely eaten or drunk anything. At this moment, Murong Peifeng was just lying quietly on the bed without saying a word.

"Young Master! If you continue like this, your body won't be able to take it!" The servant's voice was anxious, as if he wanted to pour the porridge in the bowl directly into Murong Peifeng's mouth.

But Murong Peifeng remained silent.

Just now, Lady Wu Zhihua, the wife of the Marquis, was here with him, but unexpectedly, the wife of the Duke of Zhenguo came to visit, so he was the only one here to serve him.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the servant turned around to see Murong Qingyun stepping over the threshold and entering.

"Fourth Miss," the servant quickly stood up and said respectfully.

Murong Qingyun clenched her handkerchief. She had heard what the servant had said. Although she didn't have much influence, she was sincere. Murong Peifeng's behavior made her feel very sad.

Murong Peifeng lay on the bed, his face pale, his mouth slightly open with peeling skin. Though his eyes were open, he seemed lifeless. If it weren't for the breaths still coming from his chest, one would think he was already dead.

In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight, and Murong Qingyun felt very sorry for him. She said softly, "Give it to me."

The servant immediately understood and handed the bowl in his hand to Murong Qingyun. He didn't know anything else, but he knew that Murong Peifeng still cared about this younger sister. Sometimes, he was even closer to her than the Third Miss.

"Fourth Miss, please persuade the young master."

"You guys go down first."

"Yes."

Now only Murong Qingyun and Murong Peifeng remained in the room.

"elder brother."

"Murong Qingyun called out."

"Qingyun is clumsy with words and doesn't know how to comfort people, but she begs her brother not to disregard his own well-being, not for the sake of others, but just for himself." As she spoke, she scooped up a spoonful of porridge and held it to Murong Peifeng's lips.

"elder brother……"

But Murong Peifeng remained unmoved. He was now a cripple, and there was no point in living. What difference did it make whether he ate or not?

Seeing this, Murong Qingyun sighed softly, tears welling up in her eyes. She pulled back the bowl and spoon from her hands, her voice trembling with sobs, "Brother."

“Brother is a figure from the heavens, so naturally he cannot fall into the mortal world. But brother does not know that it was brother who saved me from dire straits. When I was little, brother helped me teach a lesson to the servants who bullied me, gave me food and clothing, taught me to read and write, comforted me, and helped me. If it weren’t for brother, I’m afraid I would never have grown up.”

"No matter what, my brother is the best in my heart."

"So, Qingyun begs her brother, please save Qingyun one more time. If her brother is gone, Qingyun will have no hope left in this world."

After a while, the person on the bed seemed to loosen up, and his eyes slowly came back to their senses. Murong Peifeng wanted to raise his hand, but then remembered his own hand. He smiled bitterly, closed his eyes unwillingly, and felt a thousand kinds of resentment in his throat.