Chapter 204
Chapter 204
“Give me your corneas!!!”
The woman’s heart-rending scream nearly deafened Weiqing Song, who had been given no time to prepare himself.
“What are corneas?” He sat up straight and asked with perfect politeness.
The woman clawed at her hair like a madwoman and muttered over and over, “Ah, I can’t let him know his corneas are hers! I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!”
Weiqing: “…”
Could she learn to speak like a human being before opening her mouth?
The woman, who had been raving a moment ago, suddenly lunged at him. Her fingers curled into hooks as she clawed at Weiqing’s eyes.
Although his martial strength had been suppressed, avoiding an attack from a deranged woman was still easy.
When Weiqing dodged, she suddenly collapsed into sobs. “Aaaah!!!”
Weiqing backed away two steps in disgust.
He was the one she had barged in and attacked for no reason. *We haven’t even cried yet. What are you crying for?*
“I still have one hundred and eight children to raise, and the one hundred and ninth in my belly is about to be born! What will I do if I lose that man’s favor? What will happen to my one hundred and eight children?!”
Weiqing’s gaze dropped to her flat stomach.
*Even a sow couldn’t give birth as well as you, madam.*
Just as Weiqing prepared to step outside and see whether anyone could drag the woman away, a piercing wail rang through his room. An infant’s cries followed.
Weiqing turned a numb face toward the place where the woman knelt.
Before he could look closely, he saw crimson spreading over her body. When he tried to make out more, an object composed of countless tiny squares covered her, leaving only flashes of red visible.
*To provide the fanboy with an improved experience, excessively bloody imagery has been manually pixelated. Bobo chicken.*
Thus, all Weiqing could see was a woman’s head, with everything below the neck thoroughly blurred by mosaic blocks.
Her lovely face was deathly pale. Meeting Weiqing’s expression of absolute incomprehension, she smiled weakly.
“Ripping out my womb by hand is my final act of defiance.”
“I leave my child… to you…”
After speaking those final words, she slowly closed her eyes.
Weiqing looked at the adorable newborn lying on the floor, then at the woman’s blood-soaked corpse, and fell into contemplation.
Why, exactly, did We have to raise your child?
As though everything had been arranged in advance, the instant the woman breathed her last, chaotic footsteps sounded outside. Then, for the second time that day, his door was kicked open.
Weiqing turned and saw the madam he had met only once rushing in with several people, her face twisted with fury.
After seeing the scene inside, she cast the corpse a cold glance and ordered, “Clean it up.”
Then she personally carried away the child.
Completely ignored from beginning to end, Weiqing stood where he was, baffled.
What sort of situation was this?
He had only read the story from the God of War’s perspective. He knew absolutely nothing about the plot surrounding the God of War’s daughter.
Before Weiqing could even make sense of what had just happened, his already precarious, overworked door was kicked open yet again.
On a certain year, month, day, and hour, Mr. Door died in the line of duty at Crimson Delight House. His age was unknown.
Throughout his tenure, Mr. Door served diligently, remaining on call twenty-four hours a day to shield this small room from every possible disturbance.
In accordance with Mr. Door’s final wishes, all funeral arrangements shall be kept simple.
This obituary is hereby issued.
The instant the final words were recited, a man of unrivaled appearance and presence stood before Weiqing Song.
Weiqing stared at him expressionlessly. “Do you need something, sir?”
When dealing with the brain-dead natives of this world, he had lost every trace of his former composure and refinement.
To hell with it all.
The man looked at the petite… no, the woman as tall as himself before him and opened his mouth to speak. Then his sharp eyes flicked aside. Somehow, his gaze pierced the closed window and spotted an assassin a hundred thousand miles away.
He smiled contemptuously, calmly drew a small pebble from his sleeve, and flicked it with one finger. The stone punched clean through the window and struck the assassin’s heart with perfect accuracy.
Withdrawing his hand, he rose slightly onto his toes so he could look down at Weiqing.
“All right, woman. Now we can talk,” he said in an insufferably arrogant tone.
Weiqing: “…”
Wait. Let Us calm down.
What had just happened?
Had he somehow missed the most exciting part?
“Woman, are you throwing a tantrum by refusing to answer? Do not play hard to get with This Prince.” The man’s sharp eyes narrowed, his voice dangerous.
Weiqing slowly drew his lips into a smile.
A mere prince dared speak to him this way.
The man’s eyes darkened at the sight of his smile. “Woman, you are forbidden from showing that smile to anyone but me.”
Weiqing laughed in sheer anger. “Who the hell are you? We like smiling. We even smile at night-soil collectors.”
The man’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh? Woman, you are very interesting.”
Weiqing rolled his eyes and suddenly empathized with Fusheng Duan.
So this was what it felt like to be treated as a woman.
“Why have you come to see Us?” Weiqing sat with elegant poise, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank.
Rather than answer immediately, the man walked to the place where the previous woman had ripped out her womb. He stopped and sniffed.
Then he frowned. “The odor has not dispersed. Unpleasant.”
He clapped his hands. Two servants quickly entered, and the man coldly commanded, “The air. Replace it!”
If not for his excellent self-restraint, Weiqing would have sprayed out his tea.
Was this man ill?
If he had so much time to waste, he should go find himself a prison cell. Why torment the air?
Several groups of servants took turns desperately inhaling the air, then held their breath as they walked out. Only then did the man sit opposite Weiqing in satisfaction.
“This Prince is named Ao Huangfu. Remember it, woman. This Prince permits you to call me Ao.”
Weiqing gave a dry laugh. “No need. Save that privilege for another woman.”
Ao Huangfu arched an eyebrow. “Rou Jiang, This Prince’s patience has limits. Do not challenge me again and again.”
Weiqing raised an eyebrow.
This man knew his name. So he had come here with a purpose.
What exactly did he want? Could it have something to do with the woman from earlier?
After all, he had walked unerringly to the exact place where she died.
Weiqing was about to probe him when the man opposite him abruptly rose. He swept his sleeve, narrowed his eyes, and spoke dangerously.
“You should know that those who oppose This Prince never meet a good end. This Prince will wait for you to come begging.”
With that, he turned with a flourish and left.
Weiqing: “…”
His apologies. He had overthought the matter. This was simply an idiot.