The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 351 Jingrou gives birth

Qi Zhi saw the figure walking out from behind the screen and felt that it looked familiar. He then remembered the portrait from that day. This was... Murong Peifeng! He sobered up instantly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he reached out to grab Murong Peifeng's collar.

Although he was still drunk, his palm techniques remained undiminished, the wind from his palms carrying the smell of alcohol, fierce and menacing.

Murong Peifeng's right hand was crippled, so he only used his left hand to fight back, yet his movements remained agile.

He dodged Qi Zhi's grab by the side, then punched Qi Zhi hard in the ribs with his left fist. Qi Zhi groaned in pain, staggered backward, and bumped into the red candlestick. The candlelight flickered and almost set the curtains on fire.

"You're asking for death!" Qi Zhi roared, grabbing the jade ruyi from the table and smashing it over.

Murong Peifeng ducked to avoid the attack, but the jade ruyi slammed against the wall and shattered into pieces. Using the momentum of his lunge, he swept his hand towards Qi Zhi's ankle, causing Qi Zhi to lose his balance and fall heavily to the ground.

Murong Peifeng lunged forward, his left hand gripping Qi Zhi's neck tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The hatred in his eyes was almost overflowing, and he groaned in a hoarse voice, as if he wanted to kill Qi Zhi.

Qi Zhi's face turned blue from being choked, and he frantically scratched with his hands, but he couldn't break free at all. He made a hoarse sound in his throat, and his eyes gradually became unfocused. He was about to die.

Jing Rou was terrified and collapsed onto the edge of the bed, screaming, "Stop! Stop it!"

Before her shout had even finished, the door was kicked open.

A strong wind carrying a chill rushed in. Ji Kun, dressed in a black martial arts outfit, had eyes as cold as ice-cold blades. He glanced around the room, and the murderous aura in the room suddenly became heavy. Even the candlelight seemed to be frozen and shrank slightly.

"Insolence." Ji Kun's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying pressure.

Murong Peifeng's heart skipped a beat, and he loosened his grip on Qi Zhi's neck slightly. He knew Ji Kun's methods; not only was he highly skilled in martial arts, but he was also ruthless in his attacks, leaving no survivors.

Qi Zhi seized the opportunity to break free, clutching his neck and coughing violently, his eyes filled with pleading for help as he looked at Ji Kun.

Ji Kun didn't move his feet, but suddenly raised his right hand.

A streak of silver light pierced through the air; it was three silver needles tempered with a cold gleam.

Murong Peifeng sensed the danger and dodged to the side, but he was still a step too slow. Two silver needles flew past his shoulder and were deeply embedded in the beam behind him, while the other one pierced his left arm with precision, and a numbing pain instantly spread.

"Grandfather!" Jing Rou cried out and rushed over for help, her face streaked with tears from fear.

With his left arm useless, Murong Peifeng knew that things would not end well today. He looked at Jing Rou, whose face was pale, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He grabbed Jing Rou and held her in front of him, his left hand gripping her throat. He sneered at Ji Kun, "Get out of my way! Otherwise, I'll kill her!"

Ji Kun's expression remained unchanged, but the coldness in his eyes intensified. He flicked his wrist, and two more silver needles shot out, aimed directly at Murong Peifeng's brow.

Murong Peifeng was prepared and suddenly pulled Jing Rou to the side.

The silver needle grazed Jing Rou's temple, and Murong Peifeng used the force to shove Jing Rou hard towards Ji Kun, then turned and lunged toward the back window.

Jing Rou was pushed and stumbled towards Ji Kun. Ji Kun frowned slightly and raised his hand to help her up, but unexpectedly, a sharp pain suddenly came from Jing Rou's lower abdomen.

"what……"

Jing Rou let out a muffled groan, her body slid down softly, and crimson blood spread along the hem of her skirt, staining the red silk wedding quilt beneath her.

"My child..." Jing Rou clutched her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with despair, tears mingling with blood as she rolled down her cheeks, her consciousness gradually fading.

Ji Kun glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, his eyes flashing slightly. He looked at Murong Peifeng, who had broken through the window and quickly disappeared into the night, then at the unconscious Jing Rou. He snorted coldly and raised his hand to summon the guards outside the door. "Pass down the order to search the entire city for Murong Peifeng, dead or alive!"

The night outside the window was as dark as ink. Murong Peifeng, clutching his bleeding left arm, staggered through the alleyways.

The poison from the silver needles had begun to take effect, and his vision gradually blurred. But Jing Rou's words, "I'm carrying your child," kept echoing in his mind, along with the desperate look in her eyes as she collapsed.

He gritted his teeth, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and in the hatred in his eyes, there was a hint of inexplicable confusion.

Just as Ji Kun finished speaking, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. It was Prince Qing and Princess Qing.

Princess Qing was still wearing her luxurious clothes, and the gold thread embroidery on her skirt was covered with dust, indicating that she had rushed over after hearing the commotion.

She immediately spotted Jing Rou lying on the ground, her skirt soaked in blood. Her face turned pale instantly, and she cried out as she rushed forward, "Rou'er! My Rou'er!"

Prince Qing, usually so composed, was astonished to see the bridal chamber in such a state of disarray, with the red candles askew, jade dust scattered everywhere, and Qi Zhi leaning back in his chair, a purplish-blue bruise still visible on his neck, his face ashen.

He demanded sharply, "What on earth is going on?! How could such a chaotic scene occur on our wedding day?!"

Qi Zhi was so shocked by the angry shout that he trembled all over and sobered up completely.

He clutched his neck, coughed a few times, glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, then looked at the unconscious Jing Rou. His expression was complex and unreadable. Most of the violence he had shown earlier had dissipated, leaving only lingering fear and a trace of inexplicable panic.

"It's...it's Murong Peifeng." Qi Zhi spoke in a hoarse voice, still weak from surviving the ordeal. "He's not dead. He sneaked into the bridal chamber and tried to kill me..."

Prince Qing's pupils contracted sharply, clearly not expecting that this person, who had long been considered "dead without a burial place," would appear at this moment.

Ji Kun said coldly, "I have ordered a city-wide manhunt. He was hit in the left arm by my silver needle, so he can't have gone far."

Princess Qing held Jing Rou in her arms, her fingertips touching the cold, damp surface, and tears streamed down her face. "Quick! Quickly summon the imperial physician! Rou'er... she's still pregnant!"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

The color drained from Qi Zhi's face. His angry curses from earlier still seemed to echo in his ears, but now only a deathly silence and embarrassment remained.

The royal physician arrived very quickly, but after taking her pulse, he could only kneel down and kowtow, reporting with a solemn expression, "Your Highness, Your Highness, the Princess... the princess's pregnancy has ended, and she is severely deficient in qi and blood. I'm afraid... I'm afraid she will need to rest in bed for a long time before she can wake up."

Princess Consort Qing's vision went black, and she nearly fell to the ground, but Prince Qing reached out and steadily supported her...