Chapter 271: Chapter 124.1: Rebirth of the Black Lotus (l)

As soon as the words were said, not only the woman who wanted to slice the flesh but everyone else who followed Lin Shiheng also froze.

“Third Brother, what are you talking about?”

Lin Shiheng looked back at his younger brother with a serious expression and seriously analyzed it, “Fourth Brother, don’t you know? Young ladies aren’t like us men who don’t care about scars on our bodies. However, if Young Lady Mu cuts her hand to make medicine for the Princess, how would a husband look at her if she has a scar in the future? Am I wrong?”

Lin Chuanwang, who was following his third brother, froze, “Yes, but cutting the thigh is...”

“Ah, you wouldn’t understand.”

Lin Shiheng didn’t bother to look at the woman’s pale face beside him but slowly and methodically explained, “Since the doctor said that the Princess needed the flesh of her blood relatives to make medicine, and Young Lady Mu volunteered, we shouldn’t stop her in fulfilling her sisterly love for the Princess. But if a noble young lady had a scar on her hand, she wouldn’t be able to find a husband in the future. However, this isn’t the case if it was the thigh. It’s usually hidden under her clothes, and there’s a lot more flesh there. No one would see that a piece of flesh was sliced off.”

“What’s more...”

He spoke while picking up the corner of the woman’s sleeve with two fingers, exposing her hand to Lin Chuanwang’s eyes without touching her skin. He spoke with a nonchalant tone as if he was going out to buy vegetables, “Look, Fourth Brother, Young Lady Mu is thin and weak, and there’s not much meat on her hands. Cutting it here may not be enough for the medicine. If a scar is left and there isn’t enough for the medicine, won’t it be a waste of time for Miss Mu to suffer?”

Lin Chuanwang, who was only 15 years old this year, hadn’t studied much. His original intention of stopping this scene was gradually forgotten because of his third brother’s analysis, and he even nodded along with Lin Shiheng’s words.

“Yes, Third Miss Mu is just a girl; how can she suffer such hardships.”

“So yeah, this prince will have her slice her thigh, so there will be plenty of flesh by then. She won’t have to slice it all over again, and it won’t delay her marriage discussions, right?"

Under the woman’s incredulous gaze, Lin Chuanwang, who had been listening to the words and came to stop her from cutting her flesh for the medicine, nodded, “Yes.”

As he spoke, he turned around and seriously suggested to the woman, “Miss Mu, you should cut the flesh from your thigh.”

Mu Qingrong, the third young lady of the Mu family, instantly burst into tears with a sour nose.

At the moment, she couldn’t say she was just pretending, waiting for someone to come down and stop her. She could only speak with a determined tone, “Brother-in-law, you don’t have to persuade me. No matter where the slice is made, it will leave a scar. When I get married, my future husband will see it anyway, and he will be disgusted by the ugly scar. Since Qingrong is doing it to save Older Sister, I won’t be thinking of marriage with these scars. When the time comes, I would rather be accompanied by the light of prayers and scriptures.”

With that, she lifted the dagger and was about to slash it toward her hand.

“Eh!!! Wait!!!"

Lin Chuanwang did indeed cry out sharply. Mu Qingrong immediately stopped moving her hands and looked at the two with teary eyes.

“Why are both Princes stopping me? My Older Sister is sick. To save her, what difference does it make if Qingrong never marries for the rest of my life? “

Having said that, she slashed again toward her hand.

She had said so, she was sure that the man across from her would be so moved by her sincerity that he would offer to marry her on the spot to ensure that she wouldn’t have to become a nun in the future because she had sliced her flesh to save her sister.

Mu Qingrong had a good plan, but unfortunately, things didn’t always work out the way they were supposed to.

Lin Chuanwang saw that the blade was about to fall on the fair and tender hand of the woman in front of him, so he rushed forward to stop it. However, before he could, he was pulled back by Lin Shiheng.

“Fourth brother, Young Lady Mu is determined. It may be because she has a deep bond with the Princess Consort. She is willing to become a nun to save her older sister. How can you stop her from caring for her sister? “

At that, Lin Shiheng looked at Mu Qingrong, the determined look on her face gradually stiffened as he stopped Lin Chuanwang. The hand with the dagger also remained uncomfortably in mid-air, unable to descend.

“Don’t worry, Third Miss Mu. Although you are trying to save your sister, she is still this Prince’s Princess Consort. This Prince swears that after you slice your flesh and become a nun, I will find the biggest nunnery for you so that you can live comfortably with the scriptures in the future.”

With that, he held Lin Chuanwang, who was still trying to reach over, with a deadly grip and a serious expression on his face, “Alright, you can do it now."

Mu Qingrong: “...”

She looked down at the knife she held in her hand and then at the two brothers standing eight feet away from her. For a moment, she was in a difficult position.

And Lin Shiheng was urging her on, as if he was afraid she wouldn’t be able to do it, “Young Lady Mu, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and slice.”

Since she was a child, she had never suffered any injuries. How could she bear such pain?

But she had said the words. If she stopped now, wouldn’t the image she created before be in vain?

Mu Qingrong’s hands trembled. She gritted her teeth and swung down.

Just do it!

When the time came, Mu Qingrong’s reputation for cutting her own flesh for the Princess Consort to make medicine spread, she would scheme with her mother. She didn’t believe that the Imperial family would just stand by and watch her, a girl who had sacrificed herself for the Princess Consort, disappear into a nobody.

Her plan was very clear, but unfortunately, she didn’t have the ruthlessness to injure herself. The knife was falling toward her hand, but it was too slow.

“What’s the matter?”

Lin Shiheng ‘kindly’ asked, “Is it because you can’t do it? I’ll ask someone to look for a butcher outside the mansion. They’ve been doing this kind of work for years. When their knives fall, perhaps the flesh will be severed before Young Lady Mu feels any pain.”

Lin Chuanwang felt that there was something wrong with his third brother’s words. If he went to look for pig butchers, wouldn’t that mean he was comparing the young lady to a pig?

He disagreed with it and voiced his disapproval when he heard Lin Shiheng reply, “How could you say that Third Brother? I’m just worried that Young Lady Mu can’t do it herself. She doesn’t look like she has much strength. If the flesh was sliced through with a dull knife, she’s the one who will suffer.”

“But if we let the butcher come and do it quickly, wouldn’t it be less painful?”

“That’s right.”

Lin Chuanwang actually believed it and nodded, “This younger brother will go tell someone to look for a butcher so that Third Miss Mu wouldn’t feel too much pain.”

As he spoke, he lifted his leg and left, leaving Mu Qingrong looking at the only person who was willing to stop her, leave. She opened her mouth to stop him, but she didn’t know what to say.

The scene was quiet for a while.

Lin Shiheng noticed a touch of cyan out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately clapped his hands and said, “Oh, look how silly I am! This Prince has studied martial arts since childhood myself. My hands are much faster than any butcher outside the mansion. Why would he need to go looking? “

“Third Miss Mu, please hold out your hand, this Prince will personally slice your flesh.”

As he spoke, he smiled at Mu Qingrong, who looked pale and stiff, “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

Lin Shiheng didn’t waste any time. He really pulled out his sword from his waist and went over to Mu Qingrong, who was looking at him with a shocked expression.

Judging from his posture, he really intended to cut out the flesh himself.

“Your Highness, wait!”

Just as Mu Qingrong’s heart was trembling and she couldn’t resist taking a step back with her hands covered, there was a sudden, urgent call to stop Lin Shiheng from behind him.

Lin Shiheng slightly raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the man who came out of the bamboo forest behind him.

He was dressed in a doctor’s uniform, handsome in appearance, and in his twenties. He approached with eager footsteps, kneeling down and bowing.

“Report. Your Highness, I misdiagnosed the pulse just now. Her Highness’s illness can be cured without the flesh of her blood relative.”

Lin Shiheng was still holding his sword. He looked at the kneeling man on the ground with an unhappy face, and had no intention of letting him stand up.

“Oh? People say that Doctor Cui of the Imperial Hospital, is an excellent doctor. At a young age, you’re even more skilled than the Imperial Doctor. How come you misdiagnosed when it came to checking the Princess Consort’s pulse?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Beads of sweat were forming on the forehead of the doctor, but he still tried to keep calm, “Replying to His Highness. The Princess is suffering from an acute illness, and I was worried that if she wasn’t treated properly, she would be in danger, so I suggested using the flesh of her blood relatives as medicine. I’ve been looking through ancient books and found a better remedy than this one. When I heard that the Princess’ sister wanted to slice her flesh to save her sister, I rushed here.”

Justifiable and indeed irrefutable.

“Good.”

Lin Shiheng withdrew his sword and simply acted as if he didn’t see the relieved looks from the two. He only asked, “Since Doctor Cui has said that, you must have a clear idea of what’s wrong with the Princess. I want to see the Princess recover within 3 days.”

This was an order, not a question. The doctor, who was frightened, could only kowtow in response, “Yes! I will certainly live up to Your Highness’s expectations.”

“This Prince will go see the Imperial Princess Consort and will send someone to send Third Miss Mu back to her residence in a moment.”

Mu Qingrong breathed a sigh of relief at having survived. When she heard the words, she only dared to blush and hastily thanked, “Qingrong thanks Older Brother-in-law.”

However, when she saw that the man wearing Imperial clothes was gone, her legs weakened, and she nearly fell to the ground.

The doctor on the ground hastily got up and helped her. His expression was full of distress, “Qingrong, why are you doing this? “

Mu Qingrong shook her head with a pale face full of determination, “Brother Mu, thank you for saving me today."