The Cannon Fodder and Villain's Happy Ending

Chapter 330

Qin Zeyu looked at Gu Zezhi curiously and looked as if a cat’s claw was scratching him. “Third Brother Gu, tell us quickly ah!”

It was not only Qin Zeyu who wanted to know how badly he was injured but so Qin Xin.

She only saw a lot of blood flowing from the wound on Gu Jing’s thigh, which almost soaked his pants, turning his face pale with pain and almost looking like he would pass out at any moment.

After the physician from the Hui Chun Hall arrived, she went out for a while and when she wanted to go back again, she was stopped by the servants outside.

Not only was she not able to enter, but so was Qin Zhun.

Later, after the physician came out, Qin Xin asked the physician about Gu Jing’s injuries, but the physician simply said that he had suffered some skin injuries and had lost too much blood, which required him to rest of for a period of time. However, Qin Xin felt that this was not the case at all, after all, if it was just skin injury, why did Gu Jing not let her in, nor did Qin Zhun.

Qin Xin stayed until almost dusk before returning to the Marquis’ residence with Qin Zhun in a distracted state.

Compared to her, Qin Zhun felt a little more relaxed thinking that the emperor had specially sent the imperial physician over and even issued an order to “severely punish” Yelu Luan. He felt that the emperor did not really dislike the second prince, after all, there were father and son. As the saying goes, a rift that has not disappeared overnight was a very small rift.

There was still hope for the second prince!

With this in thought, Qin Zhun felt relieved and his whole body lightened up as he muttered to himself, “The second prince really shouldn’t have let the imperial physician go back to the palace like this, he could at least let the imperial physician personally check his injury so that the imperial physician could go back and report to the emperor, surely after hearing the report the emperor would feel sorry for him.”

“Ai, they are really father and son, why should the second prince be angry with the emperor? Arm can’t twist the thigh*.”

(*the weal cannot match the strong, mostly comparison of power and strength)

Qin Xin casually agreed a few times but inwardly she felt something was really not quite right but she couldn’t point out what it was.

The two of them got off the carriage at the side gate. Qin Xin’s maidservant, Shuxiang, was waiting there anxiously, looking at Qin Xin as if she wanted to say something. Seeing this, Qin Xin could immediately tell at a glance that the other party had something urgent to report.

Qin Xin’s heart sank, and was about to leave, but she was called by Qin Zhun again.

Qin Zhun saw that something was wrong with Qin Xin’s expression, and thought that she was frightened by the second prince’s injury, and felt that their family’s young miss was timid and repeatedly reminded her, “Xin, you should go to the Second Prince’s Mansion again tomorrow and if it’s inconvenient for you to go alone, you can ask the servant to cook some tonic soup and send them over. There is also a hundred-year-old ginseng in the mansion, as well as high-quality fleece-flower root and Angelica. I will have someone open the warehouse and send it to you later.”

“It is difficult to send charcoal in snow*, the second prince will remember your kindness!”

(*refers to the warmth and coldness of human feelings and fickleness of the world, the richer and more powerful, the more flattery)

Qin Zhun talk a few more words, to which Qin Xin responded absentmindedly and patiently listening to his teachings. Only after half a cup of tea had passed did Qin Zhun leave contentedly.

“Young Miss.” Shuxiang was sweating profusely, and as soon as she saw Qin Zhun walking away, she hurriedly stepped forward and whispered something into Qin Xin’s ear.

Qin Xin: “!!!”

Qin Xin’s pupils sharply contracted, reading her young miss expression, Shuxiang immediately stop the coachman who was about to leave.

The master and servant hurriedly got on the carriage again and ordered the coachman to go to a small inn in the west of the city.

When the carriage arrived at its destination, the sun had already set halfway. Qin Xin asked the coachman and Shuxiang to wait outside the inn before she went up to the second floor of the inn by herself.

Arriving at the end of the corridor in front of a room, Qin Xin took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on the door.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

After knocking three times, the slightly mottled door was immediately opened from the inside, and a kind-looking woman in her early thirties poked her head out. The woman looked at Qin Xin, and her eyes slightly widened as she stuttered, “El… eldest girl.”

Zhao Aman looked at the girl outside the door in disbelief, she was wearing a blue cloak, her jet-black hair was simply tied into a braid with black lace, and wearing a few silver studded garnet beads. She was beautiful and radiant.

Was this her own daughter?!

Zhao Aman looked at Qin Xin as if she was touching the face of her daughter but dared not recognized her. This fair and beautiful as a jade young miss was full of nobility, no different from the rich ladies she saw when she was a nanny in the Qin family.

Li Jinzhu also walked over and looked at Qin Xin excitedly, his eyes slightly red, and said eagerly, “Hurry up, Young miss, come in and talk.”

Only then did Zhao Aman react and hurriedly invited Qin Xin to enter the door, then carefully looked at the corridor before closing the door again.

Qin Xin looked at the familiar figures of Zhao Aman and Li Jinzhu, her eyes turning red.

In her previous life, her parents and younger brother were exiled to Lingnan with her, and suffered a lot there. Her parents died even before reaching forty…

After being reborn, she swore to give her parents the best life, so that they could remain wealthy and idle for their entire lives. However, Qin Jiu accused her parents of murder and became wanted criminals causing them harm.

Qin Xin stared deeply at Zhao Aman’s weathered face, feeling heartbroken, a thin layer of mist floated in her eyes and choked, “Mom, it’s me.”

She threw herself into Zhao Aman’s embrace like a swallow returning to her nest, and the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly.

“Eldest girl.” After a while, Zhao Aman let go of Qin Xin, the tears on her face hadn’t been wiped off, and a pair of rough palms carelessly caressed Qin Xin’s delicate face.

Her big girl looks really good, her skin was fair, and her fingers were soft, so soft that she was afraid her rough hands would scratch her.

Her decision back then was right! Zhao Aman said to herself, her daughter was indeed a phoenix among people, so she shouldn’t live a life of hardship in a desolate village.

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