My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 697 - Capítulo 697: 681: Special Treatment for Stubbornness

Capítulo 697: Chapter 681: Special Treatment for Stubbornness

“Junior Temple Master, please hold on.”

Qin Liuxi turned around and saw Wen Jinshe walking quickly out of the house, so he stopped walking.

Yan Qishan blocked her way and said to Wen Jinshe, “Miss Jin, you don’t believe her words; I’ll take her away. Consider it me meddling unnecessarily by making this trip.”

Hearing his displeased tone, Wen Jinshe kneeled and bowed apologetically, saying, “Uncle Yan, you are too harsh. You know how my father’s temper is. He means no offense; I apologize on his behalf.”

Yan Qishan grunted. He certainly knew what temper that old man had, but he was still annoyed.

Feeling helpless, Wen Jinshe turned to Qin Liuxi and asked, “Junior Temple Master, was what you said earlier true? Can no common doctor cure my husband’s poisonous sore?”

Qin Liuxi replied, “He carries a killing karma; he should be very clear whose face is on his back. The face grew because of deeply harbored resentful energy that has been nourished. It’s why yin energy surrounds him, and even you, being constantly by his side, are affected too. I believe Ms. Wen must have also felt a heavy and weary discomfort recently.”

Wen Jinshe’s face changed color, her fingers twisting nervously.

Qin Liuxi then looked toward her Children Palace and said, “I know a bit about face reading too. Your life was supposed to have three children, but one, not yet fully formed, was lost this year, wasn’t it? This is actually a form of repaying karma, Zhang Hua’s debts are unending, and now his son’s life is taken to repay it.”

Wen Jinshe staggered a few steps backward, her hands instinctively covering her abdomen.

Indeed, she had lost a child in March. By then, Zhang Hua’s poisonous sore had grown severely loathsome. Busy managing the academy, caring for two children, and looking after Zhang Hua, she had failed to notice changes in her own body until it was too late to save the pregnancy.

Such a matter of miscarriage, being early in the pregnancy, wasn’t widely publicized; not even Yan Qishan could possibly know, let alone her parents—her mother was bedridden and frail, and given their age, they couldn’t bear such news, so she had kept silent.

But Qin Liuxi had pinpointed it accurately.

Yan Qishan was also surprised and sighed deeply before walking away a few steps, lamenting the sin created.

“I only remind you; to treat this, he must sincerely repent and ask for forgiveness. Please a Mage to recite scriptures and transcend the dead soul, and use an evil-suppressing knife to cut the sore for survival. But although the sore might heal, he will bear the sin for life and cannot escape it. Of course, atonement doesn’t erase the past; every deed is recorded in the Judge’s Merit and Demerit Record, and will be settled after death. My words end here; the decision is yours. If you don’t handle it quickly, the ghost’s face will chew through his flesh, and the pain will be far greater than now, tormenting day and night, a fate worse than death.”

Wen Jinshe collapsed to the ground in horror.

Behind the door, Wen Fulin trembled violently upon hearing these words. Glaring at the revealed Zhang Hua, he stepped forward a few steps and interrogated, “Did Jinshu indeed miscarry a while back?”

Zhang Hua stiffened, his lips white, “I didn’t even realize the child had been conceived, a lack of attention on my part lost it. It was your daughter-in-law who feared your heartbreak due to your old age, thus didn’t dare to tell.”

“You, you…” Wen Fulin’s fingers trembled, his heart seized in pain, he stumbled and nearly fell.

Wen Jinshe entered just in time to see this scene; she hurried to support him, “Dad, are you alright?”

“The miscarriage was a major issue, yet you dared to hide it from me. No wonder you looked unwell then, always taking tonics. It turns out, you didn’t rest post-miscarriage but went back to the academy instead. You, you want to kill your mother and me with worry,” Wen Fulin was genuinely furious but also felt distressed.

Such knowledge sadly came from a stranger.

And this stranger, it was their first meeting.

Wen Fulin’s body stiffened again, Qin Liuxi was right about that, so what about the issues on Zhang Hua’s body?

“You tell me, is what the Junior Temple Master said true? Do you really know that the ghost face growing from your sore is who’s?” Wen Fulin scolded severely.

Zhang Hua said, “Dad, my wife, we shouldn’t discuss strange forces and gods; don’t you know what kind of person I am by now? Would you believe a stranger’s nonsense?”

Wen Fulin spoke sternly, “That stranger pointed out Wen Jinshe’s miscarriage accurately, how would you explain that?”

“Isn’t she a doctor? Since she’s a doctor, it shouldn’t be hard for her to notice, perhaps it was a coincidence,” Zhang Hua argued.

Wen Fulin laughed bitterly, “Still arguing? Fine, let’s say she’s a doctor with exceptional medical skills, coincidentally noticing Jinshe’s issue, but what about your poisonous sore?”

Zhang Hua was stunned.

“People say, a general doctor can’t cure your condition; if delayed, it leads to death,” Wen Fulin stared coldly, “Given this, are you still insisting on only seeing a doctor?”

Zhang Hua’s gaze turned cold, flickering slightly.

Wen Fulin saw clearly, his heart felt as if it was tied to a heavy stone, sinking deeply.

Wen Jinshe also slightly shook, unable to believe that the husband she had shared a bed with for years, believing in their love, was indeed a murderer.

She bit down hard on her tongue, the pain clearing her mind a bit, “Husband, the Junior Temple Master said, the face behind you has grown fangs and will chew away at your flesh soon. It’s better to confess the truth and resolve this early.”

“Honey, it’s just a poisonous sore…” His words were not yet finished when suddenly an intense pain sparked at his back, as if someone was gnawing at his flesh from behind, the agony unbearable.

Zhang Hua rolled on the ground screaming in pain, reaching back trying to tear off that face.

Wen Jinshe and Wen Fulin retreated in shock, their hair standing on end.

Not because Zhang Hua suddenly went mad, but because they seemed to hear mocking laughter emanating from his back.

Wen Jinshe’s face was deathly pale, her lips trembling, and if not for her father’s presence, she might have already fled.

“I’m wrong, I’m wrong, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to,” as Zhang Hua’s back started to ooze blood, the festering sores he scratched became a mangled mess of blood and flesh that emitted a foul smell.

But Wen Jinshe and Wen Fulin were shocked not by the stench, but by his confession.

“Honey, Dad, save me, let that person save me, I didn’t mean it.” Zhang Hua crawled forward, his arms on the ground and looking up as he cried, “I didn’t intend to kill him. When the officials came, a small bandit tried to kill me, it was my elder brother who blocked the bandit’s blade for me. In the heat of the moment, thinking if he died, I would be Zhang Family’s only male grandson, I stabbed him. It’s my fault, he wasn’t meant to die, it was my folly. I’m sorry, brother, I was wrong, please let me go, I repent.”

Zhang Hua knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.