Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 263: I’m Going to Kill You All, One by One
The physician wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered to Song Lianhe, "Mrs. E has quite the temper. She’s become even more volatile, especially after Mr. E’s death..."
Before he could finish, he saw Song Lianhe staring blankly into the courtyard and then slowly walking inside.
"Mada—"
The physician snapped his mouth shut in fright and hurried in after her.
In the courtyard, an iron chain as thick as a child’s arm was shackled to a woman’s ankle. She was barefoot, and the iron ring had already ground her ankle into a bloody mess.
The woman was taller than average, with deep-set features, a high nose bridge, and sunken eyes—all characteristics of a foreign woman. ’A mixed-blood beauty!’ Song Lianhe thought.
But at the time, the aesthetic standards of the Da Cheng Dynasty were rather conservative, and a beauty like Mrs. E was not appreciated.
Mrs. E’s hair was disheveled, and she was currently throttling a guard.
As the wind blew, her sleeves billowed and her long hair whipped about.
She stared at the circle of guards surrounding her and roared, "All of you, get out!!"
The guards had been brought by Zhou Junlin. They wielded Five-toothed Trowels, but despite their weapons’ advantage, none dared to advance. The five-toothed spikes were all aimed at her as if she were some frenzied demon!
Seeing this, the physician hurried over. "Mrs. E, you’re having another episode? Please, let the man go..."
Mrs. E’s lips curled. Her sinister gaze swept over the crowd as she suddenly hoisted the guard into the air, drawing gasps of shock from the onlookers.
"Get out of my courtyard! Or I’ll rip you all in half!!"
Her roar was deafening, and she immediately flung the guard away.
"Watch out! Back up! This madwoman is too dangerous!"
"Stay away from her! The Prince ordered us not to harm her!"
Seeing that the physician had arrived, the surrounding guards also began to slowly retreat.
"Go, go, go, let’s fall back for now..."
The physician was used to this. "Mrs. E, you really mustn’t..."
Mrs. E whipped her head around, and her bloodthirsty gaze met his. The physician swallowed hard. "I... I’ll go brew the medicine!"
He glanced at Song Lianhe, signaling that time was short and that he would go wait outside.
Only after the physician had left did Mrs. E sway a little. Then, dragging the heavy iron chain, she found a rock and sat down.
Sensing cautious footsteps approaching, Mrs. E didn’t look up. With her eyes still closed, she said coldly, "If you don’t want to die, get out now."
"Mrs. E, I’m here to help you..."
But as soon as Song Lianhe spoke, Mrs. E let out a derisive laugh. "Just a moment ago, some damn Princess Consort also said she was here to help me... I asked her, ’Can you bring my husband back to life?’ She said she couldn’t..."
She slowly raised her gaze, her deep, cold eyes now frighteningly red. She sneered at Song Lianhe. "I told her, ’In that case, you’re just looking to die by staying here!’"
With that, she abruptly shot to her feet, her hand lunging for the intruder’s throat—
But a sudden, sharp pain made her frown slightly. She turned her head to look and was stunned to find a silver needle stuck in her wrist!
The next moment, her entire arm went numb, so weak and limp she couldn’t lift it.
She stared at Song Lianhe in a daze, her gaze growing even sharper. "You’re asking to die!"
She went to lift her other hand—
And another silver needle landed true.
Mrs. E’s eyes widened as she watched helplessly, this arm also dropping lifelessly to her side.
"Damn you! I’ll tear you to pieces!" She lunged forward in a rage, but Song Lianhe quickly dodged back.
CLANG—
The chain had a limited length and yanked her back by the ankle. As if she couldn’t feel the pain, she kept struggling forward desperately. "I’ll tear all of you wolves and tigers to pieces!"
Seeing the ring of bloody rust on the iron shackle, Song Lianhe couldn’t bear it. "Alright, alright, I’ll come to you! Just stop pulling, it’ll be a real problem if you hurt the bone!"
Mrs. E stared fixedly at her with bloodshot eyes. Just as Song Lianhe cautiously approached, she suddenly opened her mouth wide and lunged to bite her neck—
But in an instant, Mrs. E froze again.
Her mouth hung open, and her eyes rolled as she struggled to look at the silver needle stuck in her cheek—
"...Don’t move. Here, let’s add another one right here."
Song Lianhe found the right spot and placed another needle an inch below the base of her ear.
Mrs. E’s mouth was immobilized; only her eyes could dart around frantically. Not giving up, she raised her foot and kicked out viciously—
Song Lianhe landed two more needles, and her legs were immobilized as well.
She collapsed to the ground, her limbs limp and weak, her mouth open but unable to make a sound.
Only then did Song Lianhe go over and help the woman up.
If looks could kill, Song Lianhe would have died several times over by now.
"Sigh, Mrs. E, don’t glare at me. If you hadn’t immediately tried to choke me, bite me, and kick me, I wouldn’t have had to do this to you. Right?"
She helped Mrs. E into a steady position, wiped the sweat from her own brow, and then looked at her, saying slowly and clearly, "I know you value your husband’s life more than your own."
’In the original novel,’ she recalled, ’E Jintang only mentioned his mother once. He said she followed his father in death.’
’What kind of profound love could lead someone to follow their beloved in death?’
’Now, seeing Mrs. E today, Song Lianhe felt she was beginning to understand.’
Hearing these words, Mrs. E’s gaze froze. She stared blankly ahead as tears slowly welled in her eyes.
Song Lianhe sighed softly. "I’m going to take the needles out now," she said. "But you can’t attack me again, alright?"
Mrs. E said nothing, looking as if her soul had left her body.
Song Lianhe gently removed the silver needles from her limbs, followed by the ones on her face.
As if released from paralysis, Mrs. E’s body swayed twice, and she slowly raised her head.
Song Lianhe jumped back in fright. "Don’t even think about biting me!"
Mrs. E’s eyes were very deep-set, making her stare particularly profound and intense.
She stared intently at Song Lianhe for a moment, then looked away. As if all her strength had suddenly left her, she sat down on the ground, panting.
Once Song Lianhe was sure she wouldn’t erupt again, she cautiously moved a little closer.
After a moment’s thought, she squatted down without a word and examined the wound on Mrs. E’s ankle, her brow furrowing.
"How long has it been since this was treated? Do they just leave it like this?"
Mrs. E raised her eyelids and gave her an indifferent glance.
Song Lianhe immediately got up, ran to get the medical kit, and hurried back with it in her arms. She opened the kit—thankfully, it contained emergency wound medicine. Kneeling on the ground, she began to treat Mrs. E’s wound.
"...This wound is getting dangerous. If it gets infected, it could damage the tendons and bone. Aching on rainy days would be the least of it; I’m afraid your walking will be affected."
Mrs. E tilted her head to look at her. After a long moment, she said coldly, "I don’t have what you want. You’re wasting your time."
"Oh, okay..." Song Lianhe replied perfunctorily, her expression unchanged. She frowned, muttering to herself, ’I need to get the key.’
Mrs. E was taken aback, her gaze turning even more vicious. "All of you are responsible for my husband’s death! I will kill every last one of you to avenge him!"
"Oh, right. Kill, kill, kill them all..." Suddenly, an idea struck Song Lianhe. Her eyes lit up as she tore a strip from her sleeve and wrapped it tightly around the iron shackle. Admiring her handiwork, she said proudly, "There! Now it won’t chafe the wound anymore!"
