Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 1495 - 313: Nan Tian Has Been Found! (Part 4)

The woman’s body emitted an unpleasant stench, a smell An Yiqing was very familiar with; it was the scent of corpses in the morgue. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her eyes, distorted by decayed flesh, hung on her face like two eerie bulbs. Even doctors and nurses accustomed to dealing with carcasses and viscera turned pale with disgust.

"Sect Leader, when we found her, she was digging up someone’s grave in a wild cemetery on the outskirts of Jinyin City, covered in flies. After bringing her back, she kept struggling, and the brothers were afraid of hurting her, so they didn’t dare wash her. Do you need a mask or something?" Chiang Yu worriedly asked, concerned about An Yiqing being overwhelmed by the smell.

"No need."

An Yiqing coldly spat out the words, and an inexplicable chill swept through the ward.

She wasn’t mad at anyone, nor did she vent her anger on anyone. Her rage was directed at the instigator of the entire affair. If this woman was really Nan Tian, what kind of suffering had she endured? A straightforward girl like that, what blow had driven her to madness?

Slowly unclenching her fists, An Yiqing took a deep breath, trying to quell the anger and sadness within her.

"You all go out, Xiao Feng stays."

With a command, even though the doctors felt uneasy, they were escorted out by Chiang Yu.

"Sect Leader, I’ll be waiting right outside. Call me if anything happens." Before closing the door, Chiang Yu earnestly advised.

The door of the ward closed, taking away the commotion but leaving behind a woman’s hysterical screams and deep sorrow.

"Miss, you..." Zhang Yufeng opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say to comfort An Yiqing. She had personally witnessed the friendship between Nan Tian and An Yiqing, much like Ruan Xue, Gu Tingting, and Ah Mi—friends who could trust each other with their backs. If this woman was truly Nan Tian, the blow to An Yiqing was unimaginable!

"I’m fine, Xiao Feng, knock her out!" An Yiqing’s voice was somewhat hoarse, but her gaze remained resolute.

Zhang Yufeng, without a word, strode forward and chopped the back of the woman’s neck with his hand. His strength was measured, ensuring it wouldn’t harm the other person’s body.

The woman, who was still struggling and howling moments ago, stiffened and then lost consciousness.

An Yiqing quietly watched her for a while, then took out a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings from her pocket and put them on her hands, beginning a meticulous examination.

About forty minutes later, Chiang Yu, who had been standing outside the ward, suddenly heard a loud crash, the sound of something shattering startling him greatly!

"Sect Leader, what’s wrong?!"

Chiang Yu and the Xuanqing Sect brothers hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed in, only to freeze when they saw An Yiqing.

They had never seen An Yiqing like this before. In everyone’s eyes, their Young Sect Leader was pure, untainted, calm. Even when killing, she always strategized, her moves calculated and precise.

But now, An Yiqing was surrounded by a thick aura of death, like a grim reaper wielding a Death Blade, ready to mercilessly harvest lives at any moment!

"Xiao Qing, you..." Chiang Yu looked at An Yiqing with concern, no longer addressing her as "Sect Leader." Now, he spoke from the standpoint of an elder worried about her.

The current An Yiqing was truly terrifying. She stood motionless in front of the table, coldly staring at the examination report. On the floor in front of her, a delicate vase had shattered, and the deep cracks on the tiles testified to the force with which it had been broken.

Chiang Yu didn’t need to think to know that An Yiqing smashed the vase. What could have possibly happened to make this usually calm and composed woman so enraged?!

"Uncle Chiang, you stay, the others can leave. I’m fine." After a moment, An Yiqing hoarsely said.

Chiang Yu nodded, signaled to the others, and then tightly closed the door.

He glanced at the vase shards on the ground, picked up a trash can nearby intending to clean up, but was stopped by Zhang Yufeng.

"Mr. Chiang, let me." Zhang Yufeng deftly took the trash can from Chiang Yu and quickly began to clean up.

Chiang Yu didn’t stand on ceremony, and directly walked to An Yiqing’s side.

"Xiao Qing, what on earth happened? Could this woman really be..."

An Yiqing slowly closed her eyes and nodded.

"Isn’t that a good thing? Or has something gone wrong?" Chiang Yu’s heart leapt with joy, then he began to worry again.