Chapter 10: What are you doing with the chicken?

Yun Cong's mouth twitched slightly; she clearly did not understand what Leng Ji was saying.

"Miss... what... what do you mean by that??"

"What I mean is, I'm not dead at all... That damn Doctor Cheng is a useless quack, which is why he prepared my coffin..."

In truth, what Leng Ji really wanted to say was that this Doctor Cheng wanted her dead.

If he hadn't used some sort of technique to make her appear dead, how could anyone have prepared her for burial while she was still alive?

Besides, she knew her own injuries best.

With the wounds she had sustained, there was absolutely no way she would be unconscious for two days, let alone be placed in a coffin without even being able to groan.

Using her intuition, Leng Ji could guess that someone had tampered with her.

Since childhood, Leng Ji had possessed heaven-defying talent in medicine; she had a photographic memory for ancient medical books and collections, studying them with tireless diligence.

Even after being trained as an assassin later on, her most proficient lethal move was still using silver needles to strike acupoints.

With just a single silver needle, if she found the right acupoint, she could kill an opponent in an instant.

Therefore, if she wanted to make someone look dead, she had plenty of methods.

Thus, Leng Ji was very certain that all these complications must be closely related to that Doctor Cheng.

Leng Ji's eyes turned enchanting as she looked at Yun Cong: "You just said... my sister had a difficult labor?"

"Yes..."

"Who was the midwife?"

Yun Cong couldn't help but gasp, stuttering, "It started with a midwife... but the midwife couldn't get the baby out... so later, Doctor Cheng was called in..."

"No wonder..." Leng Ji let out a cold laugh, picked up her blood-dripping axe, and strode out quickly.

"With that quack around, it's a damn miracle if a baby is even born..."

Back then, she had used the technique of transferring vitality through golden needles to protect the fetal qi of Leng Lianxin.

Under those circumstances, as long as Leng Lianxin rested quietly, there should have been absolutely no signs of miscarriage or difficult labor.

But now that she was having a difficult birth, it was certainly that Doctor Cheng playing tricks behind the scenes again.

Yun Cong clutched her head and stumbled along behind her.

"Miss, where are you going?"

"To go see that Doctor Cheng... to see what kind of bullshit he's up to..."

"Miss... what kind of 'bullshit' are you going to do?"

"..."

...

In the backyard of the Wen family, people stood in groups of three and two, filling the space.

It was no wonder; the Wen family had twenty-eight wives and concubines, and when you added the maids and servants brought by each master, the total number gathered together reached three digits.

Even with so many people, the area was deathly silent; everyone stood there expressionless.

With the Old Madam of the Wen family present, which wife or concubine would dare to breathe loudly?

Even Meng Fengyu stood silently by Old Madam Wen's side, fanning her with a silk fan, not daring to utter a single extra word.

For the sake of the child in Leng Lianxin's womb, Old Madam Wen had stayed in the Buddhist hall for eight months, praying devoutly every day and exerting all her efforts. She hadn't expected that such an incident would ultimately occur; one could only imagine the fury in her heart.

Therefore, Meng Fengyu was very tactful and did not say a word.

"This Lianxin is just too much trouble... I repeatedly urged and instructed her to be careful, but something happened after all..."

"Mother, please calm your anger... no one expected that Miss Ji would go mad and knock Sister Lianxin down... Besides, with Doctor Cheng here, the child will be fine..." Meng Fengyu said flatteringly as she poured hot tea for Old Madam Wen.