Chapter 2: Fifty-Fifty

Xiao Yin always had a cold expression, never furrowing his brow even if the sky fell; finally his expression cracked and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The surrounding onlookers were even more dumbfounded.

Everyone knew that Gu Jiu Ling had, over the past few years, madly pursued the Crown Prince, whose appearance was like a dragon's markings and a phoenix's grace.

That fervor even moved them somewhat.

A woman pursuing a man like this was unheard of from ancient times to now; yet this woman said to the Prince Rui, the killer of women in Shang Jing, "I'm pregnant with your child!"

Rumor had it that Prince Rui couldn't do that; how could he have gotten her pregnant? Could it be that function had recovered?

But no matter how Prince Rui might start and abandon things, he shouldn't be messing with this trash snack.

Around them, gasps rose and fell.

Xiao Yin felt insulted; although he had become a cripple, he shouldn't be toyed with by an idiot.

He slowly drew the sword at his waist; the people around dodged back a few steps, looking at Gu Jiu Ling with some sympathy.

Granny Li's eyes flashed with pleasure; if she could use Prince Rui's hand to kill this ignorant fool, that would be great.

Anyway, if she died, it couldn't be blamed on the mistress.

She coldly smirked and stepped back, clearly not preparing to help her own young lady.

Gu Jiu Ling's heart turned slightly cold; she tightly gripped Xiao Yin's left wrist, watching his other hand slowly draw the sword.

Being too close, the chill of the blade made her shiver.

But then she noticed Xiao Yin's pulse was off; she quickly focused to examine it, her eyes flickering as a plan formed in her mind.

Xiao Yin raised his sword, the icy blade pressing against Gu Jiu Ling's face.

This woman is simply asking for death!

Xiao Yin coldly stared at Gu Jiu Ling: "Get lost!"

"I won't get lost!" Gu Jiu Ling clung to him.

Xiao Yin froze; Gu Jiu Ling stared at him firmly, without a trace of fear.

This made Xiao Yin feel odd—she wasn't afraid of him; could there really be a woman in the world who isn't afraid of him?

Xiao Yin couldn't help but laugh in anger, lightly tapping her face with the sword's edge and pointing at a nearby coffin.

"Heh! Marry me? In a few days you'll want to lie in a coffin too? My fate is hard—do you understand?"

Gu Jiu Ling increasingly felt he was amiable and approachable, unlike what the rumors said.

"Whoosh, chatter"—after saying all that, he still hasn't killed her?

Gu Jiu Ling grew bold, saying to Xiao Yin: "I'm not afraid of your hard fate; our son will be twins, with an even harder fate!"

Ah! A wave of gasps immediately came from all around.

Granny Li also went into shock—she was pregnant; how could she be carrying twins?

Gu Jiu Ling was not only a doctor of medicine but also apprenticed to a renowned old Chinese physician, her pulse diagnosis was also very accurate.

Xiao Yin first stared blankly, then actually laughed in anger.

He was, after all, the great war god of Southern Qi; he never imagined one day being extorted by a woman, and even pregnant extortion!

Gu Jiu Ling figured, since the pot was already broken, she might as well smash it completely.

She looked pleadingly at Xiao Yin: "Prince, could you lower your head a little? I want to whisper to you!"

Xiao Yin looked at the pitiful Gu Jiu Ling before him; only then, facing her directly, did he realize the Miss Gu was actually not ugly.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, a face like a cute doll's, delicate features pleasing to the eye, and rather festive.

But now her lips bled, her face pallid, both hands tightly gripping his wrist, feeling exactly like the little snow fox he had hunted in Mo Bei, looking at him so pitifully, begging for mercy.

Xiao Yin subconsciously lowered his body to look at the bold girl before him; the corner of his mouth involuntarily curled into a rare wicked smile, making his normally cold, stern face instantly come alive.

Those around saw Prince Rui actually lower himself to listen to a mad woman's words, each face showing a marvelous expression.

Could these two really have a secret affair?

"Miss Gu, what exactly do you want to say?"

Xiao Yin spoke slowly and calmly, a smile hiding a blade.

Gu Jiu Ling, unable to breathe under his powerful aura, pressed her lips and whispered: "Prince, I dare say one thing: your body may be poisoned, your pulse chaotic, the poisoning deep; you must find an antidote within half a year to suppress it, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable; I have a way to detoxify."

Xiao Yin's body froze there; the mocking smile on his face faded bit by bit, turning into myriad ice blades.

He had even already moved the sword in his hand.

This time it was genuine killing intent, making Gu Jiu Ling's forehead bead with cold sweat, yet she still stared fixedly at Xiao Yin.

The two seemed frozen there; Xiao Yin wondered, only a few confidants knew about his poisoning—how did this woman know just by feeling his wrist?

Knowing that the divine physicians he'd summoned were helpless, she claimed she could do it within half a year?

At this moment, Xiao Yin's gaze toward Gu Jiu Ling was as cold as ice, yet with a hint of complexity.

Gu Jiu Ling firmly looked at him and said: "If you don't believe me, Prince, take a breath; you'll feel a sharp pain in your left side—that's where the poison lies; I can cure it!"

Xiao Yin unconsciously inhaled; his face finally changed somewhat, becoming serious.

Gu Jiu Ling watched Xiao Yin's expression shift, then slightly relaxed her breath and whispered: "Prince, I only want to find a father for my child, to give it legitimacy."

"Prince, you're wounded; that place can't… After my child is born, acknowledging you as father, later to support you in your old age and see you to the end…"

"Do you think I'm foolish? I have no habit of being someone else's father!"

Xiao Yin coldly stared at her, wondering how to stab her to death.

He couldn't carry out such a deed; her words were logical and hit home everywhere.

Gu Jiu Ling pressed her lips, then waved her little hand at Xiao Yin again.

Xiao Yin bent down once more; the surroundings again let out exclamations—this was the second time he bent.

Xiao Yin, this living Yama, lowered his head for a woman for the second time.

Granny Li, who had been watching the show, finally realized something was wrong; she hurried forward to salute: "Prince, my lady has gone mad, she didn't mean to offend you; I'll take her back… ah!"

Suddenly a pop! Li Mama covered her mouth and kept stepping back, looking at Xiao Yin in utter terror.

The people around also jumped in surprise, looked toward Li Mama, and then saw her mouth continuously bleeding, her teeth all shattered.

She collapsed from the pain, lowered her head to look at her hand; her palm was full of shattered teeth and a jade chess piece used for playing, infused with inner strength, so the force was naturally great.

Gu Jiu Ling certainly felt pleased watching, yet also felt terrified; this guy's strike is really vicious!

Xiao Yin stared fixedly at her; Gu Jiu Ling instinctively shuddered and whispered, "Prince... your servant has a dowry for the Prince."

"If the Prince marries your servant, your servant will cure the Prince's poison, and the Prince will also gain two handy sons; your servant's dowry will be split half with the Prince—how about that?"

Xiao Yin raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile, his whole face becoming even more handsome to an unreasonable degree.

He lightly laughed and said, "Fifty-fifty? You just want me to marry you? You must be dreaming."

Gu Jiu Ling pressed her lips: "Four-six, the Prince six, I four!"

Xiao Yin gave a cold snort.

Gu Jiu Ling was about to cry: "Three-seven?"

Xiao Yin raised his hand, finger by finger, bending Gu Jiu Ling's fingers, trying to bend her fingers back from his wrist.

"Two-eight! The Prince eight, your servant two! Can't be any more, that's what your servant's mother left behind……"

With a thud, Gu Jiu Ling was thrown by Xiao Yin and fell onto the cold ground.

He is Prince Rui, having seen life and death; Gu Jiu Ling's few words wanted to make him marry her—hah!

She says she knows medicine, so she knows medicine?

"Prince! One-nine! One-nine Prince! I only take one-tenth! The rest all goes to the Prince!" Gu Jiu Ling shouted desperately at the already-retreating Xiao Yin.

She had just transmigrated, feeling that money is an external thing, so it's best to be indifferent.

Xiao Yin finally reined in the horse, his eyes flickering; he thought to himself, anyway six have died, one more doesn't matter, they're just tools, and no one expects him to observe mourning.

He turned his face, gave her a faint smile, untied the jade pendant from his waist and threw it toward her.

"Tomorrow I, the king, will go to your mansion to propose marriage!"