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My Princess Has Been Reborn CH 15.2

Author:Lu Qipei Category:urban Update time:2023-01-03 04:11:00

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Chapter 15.2 – Her Prince Consort was Lost (2)

The nine-day long Spring Exam had finally come to an end.

Some people were happy, and some others were sad.

All kinds of scenes could be seen outside the Examination Hall.

But compared to those outside the Examination Hall who cried due to failing the exam, not being able to finish the Spring Exam and possibly forever missing a career as an unofficial was even harder to accept.

At this moment, the courtyard of the Lu Mansion was filled with shocking depression.

Lu Qicheng was half-leaning on the bed, his whole body thin and haggard.

His face was still covered with gauze, but between his eyebrows was revealed a ruthless and sinister feeling that he had concealed so well in the past.

He raised his hand and knocked over the medicine soup that the servant just brought.

“Leave! What use are these medicine soup My face is injured and my leg is broken.

What use are these medicine soup that those quack doctors prescribed to calm my mind!”

The servant’s hands were burned red by the medicine soup that was toppled over, but he did not dare complain.

He only replied timidly, “Please calm down, Young Lord.

Doctor Sun said that your leg injury wouldn’t be a problem.

It will heal in half a year…”

A porcelain pillow1 flew over towards him as he was talking – the servant looked at it in fear but did not dare to hide.

Fortunately, Lu Qicheng had been dazzled and weakened by the pain in the past few days, so the throw lacked accuracy.

It missed the servant by half a human’s body and exploded behind him with a bang.

The exploded piece of porcelain still injured his legs.

The servant looked at the angry Lu Qicheng and did not dare to say anything more, but did not dare to leave without permission either.

He buried his head and cleaned the mess on the ground.

It was at this time that Qi Bo came in.

He could not help frowning his eyebrows when he saw the room that was full of mess.

But thinking of Lu Qicheng’s injury, he ended up not saying anything in the end.

He only said, “Young Lord’s injury have to be taken care of well.”

Lu Qicheng calmed down a bit in front of Qi Bo, but anger was still brewing in his eyes.

He asked, “Qi Bo, have you found out”

Qi Bo waved the servant to leave, then calmly replied, “No.

There’s no problem with the carriage, and none with the horse pulling them either.

We have examined the coachman and the servant boy until now, even their family members as well, but nothing came of it.”

Was it just his bad luck that the horse was startled that day No one dared to believe such a conclusion.

Of course, Lu Qicheng did not believe it.

He sneered and suddenly pulled the gauze off his face.

Seeing the blood dripping under the gauze, it looked like the wound that should have healed did not improve after the few days.

It even looked more sinister.

“Qi Bo, don’t tell me that this wound on my face is normal and is just a coincidence.

If it wasn’t someone’s doing, if it wasn’t someone’s doing…”

As he spoke, Lu Qicheng’s eyes turned red.

His anger burst out, but he was actually afraid – it wasn’t that he cherished his appearance, but his appearance would have a great impact on his future.

Those with disfigured face were not allowed to participate in the Imperial Examination.

Among officials, those who were handsome would have a more successful career, while those who were ugly would have no hope for promotion.

Even looking further up, other than the founding Emperor, no one has ever heard of a disabled person ascending to the throne – a facial disfigurement was also regarded as a form of disability, and would not receive the people’s acknowledgement!

It was just a scar on the face, but it would destroy a person’s path to the top.

It was no less frightening to him than having a lame leg.

Qi Bo obviously understood this too, and went silent seeing years of planning destroyed.

But looking at the panic that gradually appeared in Lu Qicheng’s eyes, he still came up with an idea.

“Young Master, you can go to the border after your injury heals.”

Civil officials cared about their appearance, but it was not a problem for military generals to have scars on their faces.

But this road was obviously not an easy path.

Lu Qicheng’s face twisted for a moment when he heard Qi Bo’s words – half his face looked handsome like before while the other half looked hideous and terrifying, a face that would startle people looking at it.

But he was murmuring, “Useless, it’s useless..”

Qi Bo didn’t know how to persuade him, but Doctor Sun had to him in private that the wound on Lu Qicheng’s face would definitely leave a scar, and it would not be a shallow one! He was obviously poisoned, but what could he do if he couldn’t find out who did it

The atmosphere inside the room was depressing.

Qi Bo blinked, and saw someone waving at him outside the door.

He glanced at Lu Qicheng that had gone mad and walked out.

After that, some broken sentences could be heard coming vaguely from outside; such as “still in the capital”, “found” and so on…

Translator notes:

Literally a pillow made of… porcelain.

My neck already hurts reading it but apparently it was very popular.

 

They come in various shape/color/ornamental designs, and often have poems or songs written on them.

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