Chapter 125 - At the Last Gasp
Chapter 125: At the Last Gasp
Translator: Guy Gone Bad
With a string of ‘notes’ clearly flowing into her ears, Yingying popped her eyes out with astonishment, “My Princess, well…this isn’t appropriate…I guess…”
“I do this all for the good of Prince Jing Mansion. Even if some day this is exposed, they would only be grateful to me…” Qin Yuyan said word by word arrogantly.
But Yingying looked quite embarrassed, “But…”
“No buts! Sink or swim all depends on this action! I pin all my hopes on you. Don’t let me down.” Qin Yuyan interrupted her. And the way Qin Yuyan looked at Yingying was a little creepy, making her chill down to the spine. She immediately lowered her head.
“Yes!” Yingying sighed in her heart and then left in a hurry after bowing to the princess…
Watching her figure gradually fade away, Qin Yuyan curled up her lips: Old Prince Jing was the only decision maker in Prince Jing Mansion. He favored Murong Xue but hated her. So even if Old Consort Jing liked her, she still wouldn’t stand a chance to marry Yichen as his wife.
Yichen was all hers. She wouldn’t offer him to anyone else. So she’d set up a trap to let people of Prince Jing Mansion realize how immoral and doggy Murong was, how annoying she was, and also let them know she was the most suitable first wife of Prince Jing!
It was sunny the next morning. The light golden sunlight shone on the antique eaves, blooming kind of warm yellow halo, with indescribable sense of beauty.
Old Prince Jing, Old Consort Jing and Ye Yichen were having breakfast leisurely by the table.
Crispy sugar rose cakes, qi-maintenance soft golden puddings, treasure gathering cakes…purple rice congee, eight-treasure congee, pumpkin congee, black rice congee…a whole table of food, and the smell made one drooling.
Old Prince Jing had no appetite, so he laid down his chopsticks after grabbing a few bites. Then he turned to Ye Yichen, “Do you have any plan today?”
“Things in the military camps are done early in the morning. So I guess I’m available now. You got something for me, father?” Ye Yichen answered casually while raising his head to look at Old Prince Jing.
“Nothing serious actually. But since your official duties are done, you better go to the Marquis Mansion and hang out with Xue’er. You can roam the street, enjoy some sightseeing, and maybe have some dinner at an fancy restaurant, to grow some bond between you two…” From his tone, one could tell actually it was an order.
Ye Yichen lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Then Old Consort Jing hummed, “Yichen doesn’t like Murong Xue at all. They would grow no bond however hard they try…”
Old Prince Jing pulled a long face and looked at her coldly, “I was talking to Yichen. Don’t cut in.”
“But I said nothing wrong!” Old Consort Jing dropped her chopsticks on the table and said, “Yichen likes Yuyan. As his father, why would you break them up and squeeze him a woman he doesn’t like? Why can’t you let him marry the woman he loves and live a happy life?”
“Except those love affections, what else do you know? Huh?” Old Prince Jing looked at her and yelled, “A woman inside the house is ignorant and shortsighted! You have no vision at all…”
Looking at his angry eyes, Old Consort Jing retorted, “I am shortsighted? Yeah, you have the vision. You are No. 1 in the world then, OK?!”
“You!” Old Prince Jing turned grim-faced, with his finger pointing at her, trembling. Pfff! He spitted out a mouthful of blood and then directly fell to the ground.
“Father!” Ye Yichen shouted! In an instant he already came before Old Prince Jing. He tried to support him and quickly took a pill from his pocket and squeezed it into his mouth.
Old Prince Jing passed out, eyes closed, with blood stains on his cyan robe.
Consort Jing was startled and lost her head, “What…what’s happening?”
Ye Yichen glanced at her and sighed, “He relapsed due to extreme anger!”
Relapsed!?
Consort Jing jumped out of her skin. Old Prince Jing had been badly injured that year. And every time he relapsed, it nearly took half of his life away…
“I have fed him a pill. He should be fine after taking some rest.” Right after he finished of his words, ‘pfff’, Old Prince Jing spitted out another mouthful of blood, wetting nearly half of the front of his robe.
Looking at his pallid face, Ye Yichen panicked, “How could this be? Is his old disease deteriorated?”
Old disease deteriorated? Old Consort Jing cried with her eyes wide open, “Imperial doctor…imperial doctor…summon the imperial doctor now!”
This wasn’t something small! Soon the imperial doctor arrived. He knitted his eyebrows after feeling the pulses of Old Prince Jing.
Old Consort Jing’s heart was also hanging in there. She asked gingerly, “Doctor, how is he?”
Then the imperial doctor turned to Old Consort Jing and Ye Yichen, and raised his voice, “My Lady, My Prince, allow me to be straightforward. Old Prince Jing has old diseases all the time. He should neither get angry or over excited. What did you do to get him relapsed because of extreme anger?”
Old Consort Jing then forced an awkward smile. He had been fine all those years in Yunnan and never relapsed. She thought maybe he had fully recovered. Plus, she wanted to defend his son. So she argued with him. If she had known that he would have broken down, she would have never gone against him or argued with him.
After giving it some thinking, Ye Yichen turned to Imperial Doctor Sun, “Doctor, how is my father’s condition?”
“Allow me to be honest, Old Prince Jing’s situation is so serious that I’m afraid I can do nothing.” Imperial Doctor Sun lowered his voice, with kind of pity.
“How…how is that possible?” Old Consort Jing just couldn’t believe it: In those years he could even have survived with such serious injuries, and now only an old disease already killed him?
Imperial Doctor Sun heaved a long sigh, “Old Prince Jing has relapsed the day before and hasn’t half recovered and then relapsed again. It’s like adding salt to the injury. Even a god can not save him now I’m afraid…”
Consort Jing was startled, asking, “Doctor Sun, please figure it out. You have to save his life…”
Imperial Doctor Sun then heaved another long sigh, “My job is to save people. But he is too badly injured. I’m afraid I don’t have the ability to save him. I’m so sorry…”
Consort Jing stumbled backwards, with only sadness on her face. Imperial Doctor Sun was the best doctor of the Imperial Academy of Medicine. If even he couldn’t save him, then no one could…
Ye Yichen looked at his father wearing a pale face, with kind of complicated expression…
The whole room quieted down in an instant. And thick sadness took up the whole room, making one lose his breath…
At this time, a silvery voice of a woman was heard, “I have ever heard of a special method which may work…”