Chapter 594: with translation of chapter title

The powder in Gu Jiu Ling's hand instantly scattered onto Lin Jingyuan's body, and part of it fell onto the back of his hand.

Lin Jingyuan had always been a model among scholars, his demeanor very composed, but he never expected to let out a startled cry at this moment.

As if his body were on fire, he jumped back in fright and stared terrified at Gu Jiu Ling.

Suddenly he merely clutched the back of his hand, gasping heavily as he kept stepping back.

The students of the Imperial Academy watching nearby were also badly startled, and hurried over to Lin Jingyuan.

"Don't come near! Step back!" Lin Jingyuan shouted, his voice breaking.

The students of the Imperial Academy had never seen Lin Jingyuan like this; he usually appeared in Shang Jing as a gentle, jade-like, elegant young master, but now he was truly in a wretched state, his facial expression even somewhat ferocious.

"Gu Jiu Ling, what exactly did you do to Lord Lin?"

"How dare you openly poison someone—does the Prince Rui's manor have no law left?"

"Yes, the Prince Rui's manor is bullying people too much—first they stole Mr. Chen's corpse, and now they want to kill Lord Lin!"

A clamor of voices rose from all around, each sentence pointing at Gu Jiu Ling.

Gu Jiu Ling, however, remained unmoved, coldly staring at Lin Jingyuan whose face had drastically changed.

"How does Lord Lin feel now?"

Gu Jiu Ling fixed a light gaze on Lin Jingyuan and smiled faintly; Lin Jingyuan gasped heavily, feeling as if his body had been set on fire.

The pain was almost unbearable, and he involuntarily let out a muffled groan.

Finally, the students of the Imperial Academy could no longer hold back and swarmed toward Gu Jiu Ling.

But then a deep purple robe flashed into view, and a powerful pressure surged forth, causing these people to tumble backward, hard onto the cold ground.

Xiao Yin planted his feet, shielding Gu Jiu Ling behind him, and said in a low voice: "If you wish to die, just announce your name before this prince, and I will grant your wish."

Those Imperial Academy students indeed feared Xiao Yin's formidable martial threat; they scattered but dared not speak out in anger, yet they still surrounded Gu Jiu Ling tightly.

Gu Jiu Ling continued to stare fixedly at the red-faced Lin Jingyuan, raising her voice slightly, and said slowly: "Someone, bring the things up!"

"Also, please have Director Zhang of the Imperial Medical Institute come over; this princess consort has questions to ask."

Ling Feng led people away from the Prince Rui's manor, carrying a box and also bringing along several elders' robes and caps as they approached.

The onlooking crowd around them showed even greater astonishment, wondering what Gu Jiu Ling intended to do.

The people of the Prince Rui's manor are indeed arrogant enough—stealing someone's teacher's corpse and nearly poisoning a student to death—what kind of sham manor is this, do they still have any shame?

The Imperial Academy surrounded Gu Jiu Ling on all sides, adopting a stance that would not yield an inch.

Ling Feng opened the box, took out its contents, and the onlooking civilians stared to see that it was filled with various prescriptions from the Imperial Medical Institute, a large box full.

Inside the box lay various medicinal herbs; at a glance they were prescriptions used by the adult before his death and medicines taken from the Imperial Academy.

Who would have thought the medicine hadn't even been finished, yet the person was gone—leaving everyone feeling deeply sorrowful.

Gu Jiu Ling seized a prescription, suddenly lifted her hand and scattered it toward the market; the papers fluttered down and covered the ground, and anyone who saw them felt intense curiosity, rushing to pick them up and look.

Upon inspection, these prescriptions were all issued by the Imperial Medical Institute over the past decade or so, and the endorsements were all for Mr. Chen of the Hanlin Academy's faction school; when they saw the contents, each person felt a surge of energy, for the prescription clearly wrote 'Chen Zhuo'—Mr. Chen had already contracted an incurable illness years ago.

Moreover, these prescriptions all bear the seal of the Imperial Medical Institute, making forgery impossible; even if one tried to fake them, producing one or two sheets would not account for this whole large box of prescriptions.

The situation grew ever more baffling; it turned out that Elder Chen Zhuo, after decorating A Wang, had already suffered from an incurable disease beforehand, one that could not be eradicated.

The symptoms listed above are familiar to many as a certain ailment; this disease is difficult to care for, and whether one eats meat or rests or not affects the patient's condition.

Therefore, caring for such a patient requires even greater devotion; yet we see that the people around Director Chen have looked after him well for three or four years—have any serious problems arisen?

But after all, people grow old, their years increase, contracting an old ailment is hardly pleasant, and sooner or later they will die from it.

The discussion among the crowd grew louder and louder, then suddenly fell silent as everyone turned their gaze to Gu Jiu Ling.

Gu Jiu Ling, however, continued to stare fixedly ahead; the pale-faced Ning Jingyuan, you actually panicked this time—your flustered expression could not be concealed, and thus his noble young master brother was finally cast down from the divine altar into hell, with no chance to turn over.

At this moment, Ning Jingyuan's body also gradually showed some changes; he felt the pain growing worse, to the point of muscle spasms, the tearing sensation impossible to endure, and he truly regretted having taken that injection just to save effort.

"Good heavens, you all hurry and see what that is!"

Suddenly, the few townspeople nearest to you this year couldn't help but exclaim.

Everyone was truly past the life that this life had borrowed from the next life.

Amid the gasps of the crowd all around, Lin Jingyuan's neck and the back of his hand actually began to ooze a little blood, and even the speck of powder that had just settled on his face from Shen Lulu inadvertently got on his face as well.

This was bearable enough, but the most terrifying thing was that the veins on Lin Qingyuan's hand back slowly began to vomit forth; even the veins on his neck turned bald, the blood vessels densely packed at his temples and forehead likewise swelled into little bumps one after another, and then the blood seeped along the cracks of these little bumps, and even Lin Jingyuan's handsome face now looked immensely ferocious.

"Quick, look at the worms—worms are growing out of your lord's body!"

Lin Jingyuan, though normally very tolerant, could no longer endure this; he suddenly slumped softly onto the ground, both hands wanting to touch those vascular nodules on his neck, but he hadn't expected the worms on the back of his hand to keep pouring out, some of them moving quickly, hopping onto his own cart and riding away, never imagining that so much trouble would follow.

At this moment, Lin Jingyuan lay on the ground, both hands tightly covering his face, trying to block the fine worms emerging from his face, but such an acute, virulent contagion is not something he can simply say he will control and actually control.

Before long, those venous bumps on your body and legs kept rising without cease.