The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 330 Is it any good?

Madam Cao rushed over and paced anxiously outside after hearing the news.

Her face was full of worry, and she kept muttering:

"Why did Cunxu have to encounter something like this again? And what about Ziyue's baby...?"

Li Cunxu left Qiu Ziyue's room and walked heavily toward the study.

He knew that every moment was crucial.

Inside the study, Li Cunxu quickly opened an exquisite wooden box and took out a calming pill.

This elixir was refined from rare medicinal herbs he had previously extracted, and it has the effects of prolonging life, calming the mind, and extending lifespan.

"Twilight Sparkle, you must hold on."

Li Cunxu prayed silently and quickly returned to Qiu Ziyue's bedside, feeding her the calming pill.

After taking the medicine, Qiu Ziyue's abdominal pain gradually subsided, and her complexion improved slightly.

However, a hint of undisguised sadness flashed in Li Cunxu's eyes.

He knew that although the condition had been temporarily stabilized, the child could not be saved.

"Twilight Sparkle, I'll call the midwife to help you."

Li Cunxu said softly, his voice filled with barely suppressed sorrow.

Qiu Ziyue nodded, her eyes filled with tears, yet she still looked at Li Cunxu with unwavering strength.

Li Cunxu immediately sent someone to invite a midwife and instructed the maids to prepare all the necessary items.

After the midwife arrived, she carefully took care of Qiu Ziyue's post-miscarriage cleanup.

The atmosphere in Prince Jin's residence was extremely tense and filled with unease.

"Quickly, increase security! No one is allowed to approach the Prince of Jin's residence!"

Meanwhile, the Prince of Jin's residence was bustling with activity.

The guards in the basement heard the news of the assassination attempt on Prince Jin, the shock suffered by Princess Jin, and the possibility that the young Prince Jin might not survive.

The news spread like wildfire among the guards.

They whispered among themselves, their voices filled with worry and unease.

"I heard that the Prince of Jin has been assassinated. This is truly a momentous event!"

"One of the guards said in a low voice."

"Yes, Princess Jin was also frightened, and the baby in her belly may not survive."

Another guard sighed.

"If this is true, the Prince of Jin's residence is likely to be thrown into chaos again."

Qi Yuxuan hid in a corner, listening to these discussions, feeling extremely anxious.

After the guards left, he turned to his companions and said:

"You guys need to think of something quickly, I have to go out and see what's going on."

Leng Feng pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke:

"I have a way to get out."

"Tell me, what's the plan?"

Zhao Wanqing asked anxiously.

Leng Feng explained:

"We Khitans like to play the biscuit, a short instrument compared to the flute."

I can blow it to summon my maid, Arutai, who can sense it and will come to our rescue.

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier? Leng Feng, wait till we get out of here, we'll beat you to death."

Zhao Wanqing complained.

Leng Feng explained helplessly:

"No, I don't have my Bismuth with me right now, so..."

"Are you even capable? Leng Feng, you're infuriating!"

Zhao Wanqing said somewhat angrily.

"Friends, now it's time to see who's doing the best."

"If you untie my hands, I can set off fireworks and summon Xiao Wan to rescue me."

Zhao Wanqing said urgently.

"Nonsense, Zhao Wanqing, aren't we all tied up? If we could untie our hands, who would still be here?"

Leng Feng glanced at Zhao Wanqing and said.

"At this point, we have no choice but to call in outside help and see who does better."

Zhao Wanqing said anxiously.

"I can ask my master and fellow disciples from the Valley of Passion for help, but my hands are tied and I can't move them right now."

Qiu Langyu was helpless.

"Yes, I could set off fireworks to summon my guards Yun Feiyang, Liu Qingluo, and Zhuifeng, but unfortunately they are also bound and unable to escape."

Qi Yuxuan sighed.

"It seems everyone is doing quite well, with foreign aid available, but their hands and feet are all tied."

The four of them couldn't help but sigh.

Leng Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said:

"Don't worry, everyone. I contacted Arutai as soon as I got back. She should be nearby."

I can try using leaves, employing a telepathic technique, to play our Khitan tunes.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? But where are the leaves? Where are we going to find them? You've been playing with us all this time."

Zhao Wanqing said somewhat angrily.

"No, there are some weeds around my neck, I can try it."

Leng Feng pointed to the corner of the wall next to him.

When everyone turned their heads, they saw that some weeds were sprouting from the wall at the very edge of the basement where Leng Feng was.

Clearly, the garden of the Prince of Jin's residence is located above this basement.

Qi Yuxuan said:

"Leng Feng, are you deliberately trying to provoke us? You only think of using this trick now."

"No, Yu Xuan, I don't know if this trick will work."

Besides, I really don't want you to misunderstand that I've gotten involved with the Khitans again.

"If you accuse me of treason and collusion with the enemy, you will all be implicated as well."

"Leng Feng, please blow it! We're begging you, our chances of getting out depend entirely on you."

Qiu Langyu said.

"Yes, Young Master Leng, you're really something, amazing. I, Zhao Wanqing, admire you to death."

Zhao Wanqing also expressed her support.

"Holy crap, I, Leng Feng, have lived this long and turned into a cow, transmigrating here to eat grass."

Leng Feng smiled wryly, then held a blade of grass in his mouth, slowly secured it, and began to try blowing.

The weeds had been growing for some time, and their thick edges were a bit rough. Leng Feng tried several times but failed.

His lips were bruised and swollen, and bleeding.

"Leng Feng, if you really can't keep going, then stop bragging. You've already done your best, don't make yourself suffer."

Qi Yuxuan said with concern.

"No, I must try. We Khitans are the most unwilling to admit defeat."

Only Arutai and I know this kind of telepathic communication technique; she'll definitely be able to sense it.

Leng Feng insisted.

Leng Feng continued to try, while everyone else grew increasingly anxious.

At the Prince of Jin's residence, Li Cunxu stepped out of his room and saw the anxious look on Madam Cao's face, feeling a pang of sorrow in his heart.

He stepped forward and gently took the old lady's hand:

"Mother, Ziyue's life is saved, but... the child..."

Madam Cao's eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in them.

But she still forced back her grief and patted Li Cunxu's hand:

"Cunxu, you've done your best. Ziyue has suffered a lot. Take good care of her."

Li Cunxu nodded.

Then, Li Cunxu stayed by Qiu Ziyue's side almost every step of the way.

Li Cunxu knew that Qiu Ziyue's miscarriage was not only due to being frightened.

Also due to excessive worry and overwork, Qiu Ziyue appeared extremely weak at this moment.

Even though the child wasn't his, he still felt very sad.

To help her recover as quickly as possible, Li Cunxu personally instructed his servants to prepare various tonics and medicinal soups.

Goji berry and pigeon soup, bird's nest, longan, Gu Yuan Gao (a traditional Chinese medicine tonic), crucian carp soup, chicken soup...

These carefully prepared tonics were brought to Qiu Ziyue's bedside one by one.

Li Cunxu carefully fed her spoonful by spoonful with a small spoon, his eyes filled with concern and tenderness.

"Twilight Sparkle, have another sip. It's good for your health."

Li Cunxu spoke softly, his tone tinged with heartache.

Qiu Ziyue slightly opened her eyes and looked at Li Cunxu. Although she was weak, her eyes showed gratitude.

“Cunxu, thank you…”

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

"Don't talk, just rest."

Li Cunxu gently stroked her hair and continued to feed her soup.

"Cunxu, I want to see Yuxuan."

Qiu Ziyue said.

“You look so haggard, he would be heartbroken to see you like that. Let me bring him over when you’re feeling better.”

Li Cunxu offered words of comfort.

Qiu Ziyue thought for a moment, then nodded reluctantly, taking small sips of soup, each sip appearing very laborious.

To be continued in the next chapter!