The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!-Chapter 1343 - 1338 Rong Sheng His Inner Demon
Chapter 1343: Chapter 1338: Rong Sheng, His Inner Demon
Chapter 1343: Chapter 1338: Rong Sheng, His Inner Demon
Rong Sheng truly thought he was ailing but after taking his pulse, she slightly furrowed her brows, “You’re fine, your body is in great shape.”
The medicine she had administered to him, aside from making him forget her, wouldn’t affect his body in any other way. If there were any side effects, it would be she who had taken two types of medicine that counteracted each other who would feel even worse.
From the moment she saw Chu Yifeng, she began to feel a heavy feeling in her lower abdomen and unbearable pain, and her menstrual cycle, which should have occurred monthly, had stopped for several months now.
This was not a good sign.
But the most troublesome issue now was that Chen Ruobai wanted her to poison the people he had sent to her.
Rong Sheng glanced outside and saw they were all unarmed civilians. When they were captured, their eyes were filled with confusion, like sheep walking into a slaughterhouse, their gaze filled with fear, helplessness, and resentful submission.
The people in the military camp naturally wouldn’t save them, nor dared to.
After all, they could barely save themselves.
Rong Sheng couldn’t persuade herself to poison these innocent civilians, especially after treating them and saving their lives on multiple occasions. A deputy general asked her, “Doctor Rong, can you spare them? The civilians are innocent. They have children at home, some are just teenagers, not yet married, their lives haven’t even started.”
He was a steadfast soldier, but now in front of Rong Sheng, his tone was embarrassingly low.
He just wanted to find a way for those poor men to survive.
Rong Sheng shook her head, “I won’t harm them.”
The deputy general’s face then lit up with joy, but as soon as he left, Chu Yifeng came and directly told Rong Sheng, “Your Highness has already put Chen Ruobai’s poison into their drinking water. Those people will definitely be affected.”
“Chu Yifeng!” Rong Sheng’s face, cold with anger, “You’re harming them!”
“You refuse to act, so Your Highness will do it for you. Rong Sheng, don’t forget what you are involved in. By not harming these people, more will lose their lives in the future because of you! Ten thousand civilians at Ruo Shui barrier, and ten million at Great Cheng Dynasty, the moment Chen Ruobai’s poisoned corpses break into the Great Cheng Dynasty, their lives will be in grave danger!”
Compared to the dozens of people here, Chu Yifeng would never jeopardize Rong Sheng’s identity out of pity for them.
She had much more to do.
She couldn’t let it be destroyed over such a minor detail.
Rong Sheng wanted to stop him, her eyes reddened with anger, but Chu Yifeng blocked her, and she could only watch those innocent civilians drink the poisoned water. Their eyes were still clear, perhaps because the deputy general had told them Rong Sheng was kind-hearted and would not hurt them.
But what they would become after ingesting the poison…
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Rong Sheng’s heart was being brutally tormented.
She had never been in so much pain, even when Chu Yifeng used to torture her!
“You can glare at Your Highness and vent your emotions as long as you remember, after you’ve calmed down, that you are still a mole,” Chu Yifeng was completely indifferent to how much Rong Sheng hated him.
He was different from Rong Sheng; he had seen too many bloody scenes.
He had too many lives on his hands.
Rong Sheng refused to act, and he didn’t mind being the villain if it would save her life and allow her to continue gathering intelligence as Chu Yihan’s mole from Chen Ruobai.
Those people were taken away and Rong Sheng saw some men showing distressing symptoms along the way, it seemed that the poison worms had begun devouring them.
She closed her eyes, knowing she couldn’t stop the inevitable, but the heavy feeling in her chest became increasingly uncomfortable.
However, the presence of Chu Yifeng constantly reminded her that she still had important tasks left undone.
Chu Yifeng inquired about the recent arrangements and circumstances of Chen Ruobai. Rong Sheng, suppressing the emotions in her eyes, coldly said, “All the women in the city who miss their husbands are being held prisoner without food or water by Chen Ruobai. The current female Prime Minister, Zhuo Qing, has also been imprisoned. The city is truly in chaos, with Xin Yi tirelessly suppressing the riots daily. But if Chen Ruobai pacifies Zhuo Qing and then sends out the poison corpses, no one else would dare oppose her, and capturing Qiongzhou City would still be difficult.”
“Doesn’t Chen Ruobai have any weaknesses?” Chu Yifeng’s eyes harbored a brewing storm of cunning.
“She does. There’s someone, locked up in the inner palace, but no one has seen them.” Rong Sheng furrowed her brows. Someone like Chen Ruobai, the deeper they hid something, the more it frightened her, or it might be the absolute weakness she couldn’t let others see.
“Find a chance to explore that inner palace, don’t panic if discovered, wait for Your Highness to rescue you.” Chu Yifeng’s large, reassuring hand rested on her shoulder, which was meant to comfort her, yet Rong Sheng suddenly felt an overwhelming heat and quickly stepped back.
His temperature… as scorching as ever.
“What are you afraid of? Can Your Highness burn you to death?”
Chu Yifeng spoke coldly and mockingly. This woman was indeed interesting—knowing him, disliking him, yet caring for him. She was a bundle of contradictions, and to the uninformed, she might seem not normal at all.
But then again, she was different from him.
Looking cold-hearted and making her poison people, she would rather die than comply.
Fool.
When Chu Yifeng was about to leave, Rong Sheng sprinkled some medicine on him, saying it was to make the scent of blood on him stronger, to avoid detection.
Chu Yifeng mocked with a sneer, “You really do care about Your Highness.”
“I don’t,” Rong Sheng stepped back, turning her face away, her cold profile as pristine as the flowers atop a snowy mountain peak—sublimely aloof.
Chu Yifeng’s feelings for her grew stronger; their entanglement was undoubtedly deep.
“By the way, Chu Yifeng, when you return, report to Chu Yihan that Chen Ruobai is very concerned about Su Yingxue and Lin Sisi, and she might harm them.” This was Rong Sheng’s observed conclusion.
Chu Yifeng brought the message back to Chu Yihan, who was sitting in the military tent. He believed Rong Sheng’s words, and his gaze toward Su Yingxue grew even more worried.
Su Yingxue pursed her lips, “I’m not afraid of her harming me. Saint Ruan is here too. Poison won’t take my life, but Sisi needs to be careful.”
Lin Sisi’s shoulder wound hadn’t healed yet, but she had already become restless and begun practicing swordsmanship again.
“If I were Chen Ruobai, I would kill you first,” Chu Yifeng said with raised eyebrows, looking mischievously at Su Yingxue, “He loves you so much, killing you would break him in half. Lin Sisi’s value isn’t that high.”
“Damn it! Believe it or not, I’ll kill you?” Saint Ruan raised his arm, ready to throw poison at Chu Yifeng.
Clearly, he didn’t regard him as the Pavilion Master.
Chu Yifeng raised an eyebrow, “I hear your adopted son is still at the West Pavilion?”
Saint Ruan touched his nose, “Well, I’m just getting older, need to stay active. Pavilion Master, no need to take it so seriously.”
Chu Yifeng let out a light snort, his smile filled with scorn.
Their atmosphere was always strained, but Chu Yihan, seated above in a composed manner, firmly stated, “If it were me, I would certainly target you first.”
