She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 501 - 500: The Crown Prince has gone mad! He can no longer distinguish right from wrong!

Chapter 501: Chapter 500: The Crown Prince has gone mad! He can no longer distinguish right from wrong!

The news of Yan Wanqing’s premature childbirth terrified everyone in the camp.

When the Imperial Physician was dragged into the tent by the guards, he panicked and shouted, "I am only a trauma doctor, not a midwife!"

No one had expected Yan Wanqing to show symptoms of premature labor more than three months early.

By now, blood had soaked more than half of the bed.

Yan Lingzhen immediately stripped off her outer robe and cut off the sleeves of her undergarments with a long sword. She tied her long hair up high, washed her hands repeatedly in hot water, and looked anxiously at her elder sister on the bed, who was drenched in sweat and as pale as a sheet.

She could hear her own heartbeat accelerating, her nerves taut throughout her body.

"Fifth Sister," she said to Yan Hongzhao, "clear the room."

Yan Hongzhao and Cong Ge sent the useless doctor out, and when it was Qin Erya’s turn, Yan Lingzhen spoke, "The red jar in the coat pocket, make her swallow it."

The tiny, exquisite red jar sparkled wickedly in the palm of the hand.

Yan Hongzhao unscrewed the cap without blinking, grabbed Qin Erya’s chin, and before she could struggle, forced her to swallow an entire bottle of the liquid.

Relaxing her hand, Qin Erya’s knees buckled, and she knelt on the ground, reaching to claw at her throat.

"Don’t waste your strength," Yan Lingzhen walked towards the bed with her hands raised, her voice very cold, "You are bound by fate with the Crown Prince. I won’t take your life, but Qin Erya, from today onwards, every day, every minute, every second, don’t expect to have a pleasant life."

"Throw her out!"

Determined as if she were dealing with a small chick, Yan Hongzhao directly flipped open the tent flap and threw Qin Erya out.

Qin Erya rolled twice on the ground, in utter disarray.

Yan Hongzhao looked around at the spectators outside the tent, placing her hand on the Soft Whip, "If you dare to gather in front of the Crown Princess Consort’s tent again, my whip will not be so forgiving."

That whip was barbed, certain to tear off flesh and skin with a single strike.

Moreover, given Yan Hongzhao’s formidable martial skills, who among this crowd could withstand her lash?

Seeing her icy expression and the faint murderous intent, they knew she wasn’t joking.

Very soon, the crowd wisely dispersed.

Revealing one person standing upright behind the crowd.

Dressed in black, he seemed nearly merged with the night, his expression stern, his dark eyes shimmering with a ghostly light.

The moment Qin Erya saw him, she cried out, "Crown Prince, save me!"

Yet Xiao Pingfeng did not even glance at her but stared fixedly at the tent’s curtain.

"...Hongzhao, I want to go inside."

"Your Highness, the birthing room is too sullied for someone of your esteemed stature. Please, hold back," she said, dropping the curtain without waiting for Xiao Pingfeng to respond.

Xiao Pingfeng watched as the curtain closed tightly, not even a sliver of a gap left. He trembled his thin lips, clenching his fists tightly, conveying his inner tension.

"Crown Prince, Your Highness, save me—they’ve poisoned me!" Qin Erya felt as if millions of ants were gnawing on her body, not very painful, but the incessant, dense sensation was torturous enough that she now wished she could flay herself.

She collapsed in front of Xiao Pingfeng, clinging to his calves continuously pleading, "I beg of you, please give me the antidote, for the sake of... Grandfather..."

"Get lost." The cold word fell from Xiao Pingfeng’s lips, his entire demeanor like a repressed, furious panther.

"Qin Huai, take your Qin Family people away," he said.

At that moment, Qin Huai arrived, seeing his young niece screaming in agony on the ground. Instead of showing mercy, the monarch just ordered him to remove the people.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Qin Huai exploded.

"What horrendous act has she committed that you torment her so!" he bellowed, radiating killer intent, "I have informed Grandfather; he is on his way here."

To the Qin Family, Qin Erya was a treasure, coddled and protected, yet now, she lay suffering on the muddy ground, her pain engaging anyone’s sympathies.

Qin Huai rushed forward, scooping Qin Erya into his arms and wrapping her in his robe.

"Erya, don’t be afraid, Grandpa is coming soon, and we will definitely get your justice back," they said, touting themselves as the paragon of justice. freёweɓnovel_com

Xiao Pingfeng hooked his lips into a cold sneer.

"Justice?" His sword-like eyebrows twitched slightly, his dark eyes aggressive, "She dares to talk about justice?"

"Crown Prince!" Qin Huai shouted, "Watch your words."

"Qin Huai, take her now, and both of you, get out," Xiao Pingfeng said, his tone incredibly calm. He lifted his hand slowly, clenched his fist, and instantly, guards surged over from all directions, long swords in hand, while his gaze remained fixated on the tent, "Otherwise, leave your lives behind."

Crazy!

The Crown Prince has gone mad!

He no longer distinguishes right from wrong!

Qin Huai clenched his teeth and lifted Qin Erya by the waist, carrying a heart chilled by betrayal, and left without looking back.

"Surround the tent. From now on, anyone trying to approach the tent without my permission, no matter who they are—" his dark eyes surged with a murderous intent, "will be killed without mercy!"

He stood resolutely outside, seemingly blending into the night itself.

Inside the tent, Yan Lingzhen was fighting an uncertain battle.

With none of the modern advancements available.

She could only judge the situation by constantly observing her elder sister’s expressions.

In these days, they had paid particular attention to her health; it simply couldn’t be a case of severe bleeding due to premature labor.

So, when she saw the blood earlier, Yan Lingzhen was completely baffled.

"Hot water, go boil more hot water, we need a lot of it," she said, ignoring her skin that had already reddened, dipping her hands into the basin and quickly drying them before reentering behind the curtains, her head covered in sweat.

"I’ll go too," Yan Hongzhao rolled up her sleeves, ready to follow, but Yan Lingzhen stopped her.

"Sister Five, stay," she said loudly, "ensure the sister’s safety."

With the special circumstance of a premature birth, any further disturbances would be too much for her to handle.

Yan Hongzhao had no choice but to give up, watching Cong Ge and the maids carrying out basin after basin of bloody water, feeling helpless.

Yan Wanqing’s voice of forced endurance pulled at the heart of everyone inside the tent.

Yan Lingzhen couldn’t help but tear up, "If it hurts, just scream out. No one here will laugh at you."

With that said, Yan Wanqing could no longer hold back her cries of pain.

The pain was unbearable.

It was even worse than last time in the hot springs.

She felt as if every bone in her body was being pulled, as if she were being slowly dismembered by a blunt, rusted greatsword!

Outside the tent, Xiao Pingfeng, hearing that scream, could no longer bear it and stepped forward, intending to lift the curtain.

"Your Highness, you mustn’t!"

"Absolutely not, Your Highness! How can someone of your noble stature enter such an impure place as a birthing room!" The old ministers, who were originally far away, immediately rushed forward to stop him.

At that moment, the continuous, agonizing screams of the woman inside pierced his heart like sharp knives.

"Step aside." He needed to go inside.

His Wanwan needed him now.

Xiao Pingfeng’s eyes were bloodshot.

He couldn’t leave her alone inside again—not this time, even if she didn’t want to see him, even if she detested him, he didn’t care anymore.

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