She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 154: 39.5°C, Is She About to Be Cooked?

Skinny Monkey and the others dragged back the remaining leg of Li Fenghai.

The bloody sight was terrifying to anyone who saw it.

The wound obviously showed signs of being torn and bitten.

The criminals huddled together closely nearby, shivering and watching in fear.

Li Fengcheng, Bai Wuchang and the younger brother of Li Fenghai, threw himself over, kneeling in the snow and trembling with sobs.

Jie Chen furrowed his brows and watched, while Acid Scholar stepped forward and said, "Deputy General, judging by the wound, the beast must be immense in size."

Elder Lin had also heard about this incident and insisted on being assisted by Lin Lingxiang to come over.

Amid the snowstorm, the elder’s figure was gaunt, and in his weathered eyes lay wisdom accrued over many years.

"Deputy General, we absolutely cannot leave anything with blood on it. This is a Snow Beast; it is attracted to the scent of blood, capable of relentless pursuit day and night, following a trail for up to a hundred miles without rest."

Elder Lin was an official from Qintianjian, and also regarded as a living treasure due to his extensive knowledge and wide experience.

His words were rarely wrong.

Jie Chen immediately ordered Skinny Monkey to dispose of the remnant limb.

Watching his only remaining part of his brother being taken away, Li Fengcheng knelt on the ground, weeping inconsolably.

Acid Scholar approached and said softly, "Don’t blame the Deputy General, your brother he..."

Before he could finish, Li Fengcheng wiped away his tears and stood up.

"I know, my brother was up to no good, seemingly involved with people from the old Xizhou dynasty. I don’t blame the Deputy General’s decision, I just resent that beast for not having eyes, for actually devouring him alive!"

Li Fengcheng clenched the hilt of his knife, swearing to tear the Snow Beast to pieces.

Skinny Monkey dragged the limb to a nearby cliff and threw it down, while other soldiers covered the trail of blood with snow and dragged over a lot of horse dung to mask the smell.

After all these were done, everyone dispersed. Jie Chen returned to Xiang Ying’s room to explain what had happened.

Xiang Qianqian emerged from Supervisor Ke’s tent, hearing people buzzing about the Snow Beast killing people.

"Ah, I accidentally cut my finger today, could the Snow Beast also smell it and come after me?" someone worried.

The other replied, "Of course, bandage it up quickly. Didn’t you hear Mr. Lin? Just a bit of the scent of blood, and that thing would track for a hundred miles without giving up."

Qianqian repressed her fears and then returned to the house where she resided with Lady Shu.

Perhaps as a ploy, when the sky gradually dimmed, Lady Shu had Princess Consort De and the others leave first, opting to stay alone with Qianqian.

Qianqian knew that Lady Shu was planning to make a move on her.

"Qianqian, come, drink this bowl of hot porridge. You haven’t eaten much today, do you really think your mother wouldn’t mind seeing you suffer?"

Qianqian was unwilling to take the bowl of porridge, simply looking on somberly, "Mother isn’t angry with me anymore?"

Lady Shu dabbed at her tears, "With the world as it is, your mother is only trying to preserve our lives. Your father can’t be relied on; we can only depend on ourselves."

"Qianqian, eat while it’s hot. In the future, we shall rely on each other, and surely our lives will get better."

Qianqian’s gaze remained fixed on the meat porridge, and she drifted into a daze.

She had always envied Xiang Ying, because even though the Empress was strict, she still managed everything for Xiang Ying.

But for herself, though Lady Shu was a Favored Consort, she knew that Lady Shu had always wanted to bear a Prince.

According to what her wet nurse had said, when she was born, Lady Shu was disappointed to have a daughter and didn’t want her.

If it weren’t for the Empress Dowager’s pity on her frail and pitiful appearance at birth, insisting that Lady Shu raise her with care, she might have been sent away already.

Qianqian came back to her senses and took the bowl.

"Mother, I’ll serve you a bowl too, let’s eat together."

Lady Shu watched her spoon it from the pot, only then did a relieved smile appear, "Good, Qianqian has grown up."

Half an hour later, Lady Shu succumbed.

Qianqian ate the porridge laced with sedatives, but nothing happened to her.

Because Lady Shu didn’t know, Qianqian had secretly switched the medicine she planned to administer.

The sky was completely dark, the wind and snow howled outside, as though someone was crying.

Qianqian drew her Dagger, walking towards Lady Shu, "Mother, don’t blame me, I gave you a chance, and you didn’t cherish it."

The Dagger plunged downward with force.

At this moment.

Inside Xiang Ying’s room, she was enduring the "turbulence" of her menstruation.

The original owner of the body was in poor health, Xiang Ying felt cold in the womb.

And it was the kind that needed proper nourishment.

Luckily, Xiang Ying was skilled in traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, adept at treating various conditions.

After the acupuncture, she was forced to sweat profusely and felt drowsy.

At such times, it was taboo to catch a cold, so Xiang Ying wrapped herself up tightly.

She lay in the blanket, listening to the sounds of her three children taking turns coming in.

Xiang Yuanlang thought her discomfort was cursed by Xiang Yuanshuo.

As a result, he dragged Xiang Yuanshuo in along with Xiang Xiuxiu, pulling him to stand by Xiang Ying’s bedside and admonished him.

"Big brother, I’ve told you many times, you don’t need to act so realistically. We can just say the lines, and you only need to cry, that’s all!"

"Look what happened now, what are we going to do? You cursed her into being on her last breath, what if she really dies!?"

Xiang Xiuxiu was timid, she sniffed her nose, already on the verge of crying: "Mother, you mustn’t be in any trouble, it’s all big brother’s fault!"

Xiang Yuanshuo felt wronged.

"It wasn’t my fault, she asked us to cooperate with the act."

Moreover, in his moment of excitement, he forgot that he naturally had a crow’s mouth—good things never come true while the bad ones hit the mark.

Xiang Yuanlang gripped his sleeve with a small hand and asked seriously, "Tell the truth, did you get a nosebleed at that time?"

Whenever Xiang Yuanshuo’s words came true, he would pay a price, usually a nosebleed.

Faced with this question, Xiang Yuanshuo suddenly looked guilty.

Xiang Xiuxiu’s eyes, blurry with tears: "You really had a nosebleed? It’s over, we’ve killed mother! Wuuah..."

She buried her little head in the blanket and wept.

Xiang Yuanshuo grew anxious: "It bled, but just a tiny bit!"

Xiang Yuanlang, even at his young age, frowned and sighed deeply.

"What are we going to do now!"

The two stared at Xiang Yuanshuo, cornering the little guy.

He knelt on the ground with a plop: "Naughty mother, I’m kowtowing to you, please don’t have anything wrong, live a long life, for hundreds and hundreds of years!"

Xiang Xiuxiu muttered, "In the palace, everyone greets mother as ’Princess for a thousand years,’ but here, brother, you’ve shortened mother’s life!"

Xiang Yuanshuo was on the verge of tears: "Sis, stop talking, you are going to worry me to death!"

Finally, Xiang Ying was disturbed from her sleep by their noise.

She slowly opened her weary, bloodshot eyes.

"If you all had your fun, then leave. Don’t play me to death. I’m just sleeping, I haven’t left yet!"

The squabbling of the three little ones abruptly ceased.

Xiang Yuanshuo suddenly transformed into a sweet-voiced baby, lying beside Xiang Ying’s bed, carefully observing her for a long time.

"Naughty mother, you’re really okay? That’s great."

He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and stood up confidently, hands on hips: "I said it, naughty mother couldn’t possibly just... what’s that phrase again?"

Xiang Yuanlang coldly said: "Perish young."

Xiang Xiuxiu, tugging at the two of them, whispered, "Mother needs to sleep, let’s not disturb her anymore, let’s go out."

Listening to the slowly retreating sounds of the three little ones, Xiang Ying simply couldn’t keep her eyelids open to remind them to study well at the Scholar’s place.

Even the phrase ’perish young’ couldn’t be spoken correctly. Has Xiang Yuanshuo been paying attention in class at all?

No, wait...

Why did she feel like her head was growing heavier?

Xiang Ying struggled to take a thermometer out of the medical space.

She was shocked upon checking.

39.5°C—was she cooking herself?