bestfiction Chapter 846 is useless now, all the benefits have been taken back.
Chapter 846 is useless now, all the benefits have been taken back.
Song Ruier was startled and quickly covered her right wrist with her sleeve before covering her face and hurriedly leaving.
He just couldn't understand why he had to run into these people during those two most awkward moments.
If the first time was an accident, could this time have been arranged by Qiao Lian'er or Pei Shijiu?
Song Ruier's forehead was stained with blood, and his disheveled hair covered half of his face. He could only hope that these young masters from noble families had not recognized him.
Even if they suspect it was him, as long as they're unsure, he can simply deny it later.
"Is it Brother Pang You?" a young master from a prominent family asked loudly, then hurriedly followed.
Song Ruier's appearance didn't reveal much, and he wanted to confirm further.
Song Ruier couldn't let these people know that he was useless, so he turned and ran away.
He used all his strength and ran for his life, finally shaking off the rich young master.
The young master from a wealthy family stopped, panting heavily as he leaned on his knees. He stared at the spot where Song Ruier had disappeared, a look of confusion on his face.
"Strange, I feel like it's Brother Pang, so why doesn't Brother Pang recognize us?"
Another young master from a prominent family said, "I just heard from Young Master Liu that Young Master Pang has a problem with his right hand and may not be able to hold a pen to write for a while. If that's the case, how will he pass the palace examination?"
"It's just a minor problem? Did you see his hand just now? It's black and swollen. It might be ruined and never heal. He knelt down and begged for mercy in front of Princess Zhenguo because he thought Princess Zhenguo was very powerful and wanted her to save him."
"Judging from his appearance, I suspect he may have offended the Princess Zhenguo—"
The group suddenly fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances.
Everyone in the capital knows how capable Princess Zhenguo is. If Pang You really offends her, how can his life possibly rise smoothly?
If that's the case, then they need to consider whether or not to place their bets on him.
They certainly didn't want to offend the Princess Zhenguo, who was a favorite of the Emperor and held great power in decision-making.
A young master from a prominent family waved his hand: "It's not even certain if it's Young Master Pang. Besides, what connection does Young Master Pang have with Princess Zhenguo? I've never heard of him before. Maybe they just look a bit alike."
“That’s true. Young Master Pang may not have a good background, but he has passed three exams in a row, which makes him an outstanding person. He shouldn’t be in such a sorry state. Let’s double-check.”
The young men from wealthy families dispersed, discussing amongst themselves.
Qiao Lian'er listened to their words. Song Rui'er would either lose her right hand or her life. In either case, he should give up on any hope for a bright future.
To cut off his hopes before the imperial examination and make him suffer in silence is a form of punishment and retribution.
“Well done,” she said.
Pei Shijiu stood to the side with a faint smile. That's right, he was the one who had those young masters from prominent families brought over.
Killing someone is like destroying their spirit; more and more noble young men will lose hope in Song Ruier and stop supporting him. His dream of climbing over others is nothing but a pipe dream.
Song Ruier walked aimlessly through the streets, knowing that he had no choice but to either die or lose his right hand.
Death is impossible, but what about his future if he gives up his right hand?
Song Ruier looked up at the sky, his eyes bloodshot, his left fist clenched tightly. He just couldn't understand why God was so unfair to him.
Yes, he wanted to kill his mother, so his right hand was fatally injured. But the problem is, shouldn't Qiao Yunni, who doesn't acknowledge her son, die?
He acted on behalf of Heaven, so why did Heaven not heed his plight?
Song Ruier couldn't understand it and felt a splitting headache.
As dusk fell, he noticed the blackness on his wrist seemed to have spread an inch up his arm.
This seemed to be a warning to him that he couldn't wait any longer, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
Song Ruier hurriedly entered a clinic.
When he said he needed to have his right hand amputated, the doctors inside were shocked. But when they examined his right hand closely, they found that amputation was the only safe option.
“I see the poison is spreading. If it isn’t cut off, I’m afraid this young master’s life will not be saved.”
"Yes, we don't know what kind of poison it is, so it's hard to treat the symptoms. We can only cut it off."
This era had anesthetic soup, but its effect was not very obvious, and Song Ruier fainted from the pain several times.
By the time he left the clinic, it was already dark outside.
He was drenched in cold sweat, his face pale, and he endured the extreme pain as he dragged his weak steps back to his residence.
His right hand had become completely bare, with only the severed arm remaining, which was wrapped in cloth.
The future has become a blur, and now I don't even have the strength to hate.
Song Ruier doesn't want to think about Qiao Lian'er right now; what to do in the future is his primary concern.
The residence was a courtyard house, originally the private residence of a wealthy young man surnamed Liu, which Song Ruier was given to live in for free.
Over the past few years, Song Ruier has come to regard this place as her everything.
However, when he returned this time and stepped into the hall, he found Young Master Liu sitting in a grand chair drinking tea.
"came back."
Young Master Liu merely glanced at him indifferently, his tone utterly aloof.
That glance landed squarely on his bare right hand.
Song Ruier felt a chill in her heart.
In the past, whenever Young Master Liu met him, he always greeted him with a fawning and friendly attitude, eagerly taking his hand and asking about his well-being.
Because the Liu family was merely a wealthy household, and with powerful and influential people everywhere in the capital, the wealthy were considered inferior.
Young Master Liu has been trying to pass the imperial examinations for several years without success. Now he is thirty years old, and all we can do is pin our hopes on him, hoping that one day he will rise to prominence and help us out.
Therefore, Young Master Liu not only provided him with lodging, but also provided him with money and servants to serve him, so that he could have no worries about food and clothing and focus on preparing for the exam, waiting for the day when he could enter officialdom.
It can be said that Song Ruier's success is largely due to the help of Young Master Liu, who was the person who provided her with the most support.
But now, Song Ruier knows that all of this is about to change.
Song Ruier forced a smile: "Brother Liu, why are you here so late at night? If there's anything you need, you could have just sent a servant to tell us. Why bother coming all the way here yourself?"
Young Master Liu smiled and said, "I heard that Young Master Pang's hand was injured, so I came to check on it. However, I think it's not just an injury, but a complete loss of function."
Song Ruier knew he couldn't hide it anymore, and said defiantly, "Even if I lose a hand, I can guarantee that my life won't be affected."
Young Master Liu waved his hand and said, "Young Master Pang, one must face reality in life to avoid creating trouble for oneself. Your hands are no longer usable, but you can still use an abacus. Go find a job in a teahouse or restaurant from now on."
“I happen to need this house and will be taking it back tonight. All the furnishings and decorations here are none of your business, Young Master Pang. Please find another place to stay.”