Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

“Tell me, why is it that every guard who beats you always meets a miserable death?”Chen Long gripped Xiu Zhangjian’s jaw. To anyone watching, he would look like a madman interrogating a living corpse, a man who could not even open his eyes.“Stop playing dead. Answer me!” Chen Long glared so fiercely his eyes nearly burst from their sockets. Yet only silence answered him.A low groan followed as Chen Long delivered a kick.The Head Guard was clearly irritated. Questions swarmed his mind, yet he had no one to ask. Worse still, time pressed him for answers.Three guards were already dead. Each had beaten Xiu Zhangjian before dying in the night.The problem was, only a fool would believe that this frail slave was the murderer. But if it were mere coincidence, could coincidence truly repeat itself so easily? Again and again?Was there really such a thing as coincidence in this world? Even forcing the heavens to grant a blessing required tremendous effort.Chen Long sneered inwardly. What

A blue eyed girl jogged forward, chasing after another young woman."Physician Jia, how is his condition?" she asked, the anxiety on her shoulders as heavy as a mountain.The girl in white looked calm, despite the worry ringing clearly in the voice behind her. Without turning her head, she replied, "He is fine. There is nothing to worry about. Just bruises. Apply a cold compress and it will pass." "What?!" The blue eyed girl could not stop her brows from knitting together. She turned back toward the frail man lying on the bed."Physician Jia, did you not see my future husband’s condition?" she added sharply.The temple of the girl called Physician Jia twitched. She stopped grinding the medicine in her hands and finally looked at the troublesome woman before her.Had prison life driven this woman mad?Physician Jia raised one eyebrow."Physician Jia, examine my future husband properly! He has been waiting his turn, yet you give such a careless diagnosis. If he were truly fine, I woul

“Thank heavens. Many thanks for your kindness, Physician Jia. As a token of my gratitude, please accept this.” Xiu Zhangjian extended a small, round object, dark brown in color, resembling some kind of pill.Physician Jia’s temple twitched. “W what is this, sir?”“This is a miraculous medicine passed down by my ancestors. My grandfather gave me only two pills. I swallowed one when I was still a child. The other I have kept until now.”Physician Jia forced a stiff smile, revealing her neat white teeth. To be honest, she had no idea what kind of medicine the slave was giving her. In all her years as a physician, she had never seen anything like it.“Then this medicine must be extremely precious to you. You should keep it and take it yourself someday. There is no need to trouble yourself. I only did what I ought to do.”“A precious medicine is useless if one’s life is already gone. Since you have saved my life, I beg you to accept it.” Xiu Zhangjian bowed even lower.Frankly speaking, Ph

The eyes of the patients inside the Quzhou Prison Medical Hall shifted left and right, following the footsteps of a woman who paced back and forth without rest. They exchanged glances with one another, hoping to understand what had made the physician so restless.Of course, none of them dared to ask. Their curiosity lodged in their throats, only to be swallowed back down in silence.“Physician Jia, is something wrong? You look troubled,” a nurse finally asked, voicing what the patients themselves could not.“No. Nothing is wrong. I just feel… unwell.” Physician Jia forced a smile onto her pale face.“Then you should rest. Your complexion looks terrible.”“Do not concern yourself with me. Go back to work. I know what I am doing.”Not only the nurse, but even the patients who had been observing her stiffened at the harshness in her tone. Physician Jia had never been known as a gentle person. She was usually quiet, speaking only when necessary. Even when her words cut deep with blunt hon

The evening breeze drifted gently, setting the leaves of the towering tree into an endless dance. The soft friction of leaves brushing against one another formed a soothing melody, easing the weariness left behind by a day of monotonous routine. Added to that was the tree’s distinct aroma, unlike any other fragrance. Yet all of it seemed utterly meaningless to the woman pacing restlessly beneath its branches.The expression on the woman standing under the agarwood tree was tangled with turmoil. Her brows were stubbornly drawn together, refusing to part. Her lips moved constantly, as though she were muttering an incantation.“Jia Li.”“Yang Zhi! What took you so long? I nearly died waiting for you. Did I not ask you in that note to come in the afternoon? Why are you only here after the sun has already set?”Yang Zhi fell silent. The heap of questions filling his mind about why Physician Jia had sent him that message earlier that morning only left him dizzy. What words could a man possi