The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 2249: Deep to the Bone

Chapter 2249: Chapter 2249: Deep to the Bone

Mistress, that ceramic bottle is so big, it won’t completely drain Yin Lvqing’s blood, will it?

"Mistress, do we fill it up?"

Zhen Wu looked at the ceramic bottle on the table with some horror and asked faintly.

"Of course, we have to fill it up!" Lin Caisang said as if it were a matter of course.

"Who knows how many dangers that place holds. To get through, we’ll definitely need a lot of royal blood. Baiqing’s blood is after all a generation removed, it’s not as good as using Yin Lvqing’s blood.

He is the son of Emperor Ziyan, less a generation removed, so the effect should be greater."

"Okay, Mistress."

Zhe Jue and Zhen Wu responded in unison.

The discarded Yin Lvqing on the ground was truly terrified by Lin Caisang’s words.

Glancing at the ceramic bottle on the table, he thought about how he had already been injured and had vomited quite a bit of blood.

If he were to fill such a large bottle with blood, wouldn’t that cost him half his life?

This Lin Caisang really is no kind person, actually so vicious, wanting so much of his blood!

And these people in front of him, not a single one disagreed, all thinking that he deserves to be bled dry. How utterly hateful!

Yet, even if he was unwilling in his heart, he could only watch as Zhe Jue picked up the ceramic bottle from the table and then stood up, walking directly towards him.

"Ugh, ugh!"

He wanted to back away.

But now, with no magical powers in his body, tied up like a glutinous rice dumpling, and a white cloth stuffed in his mouth, he was silenced.

"Tsk tsk, what a sight to behold!"

As Zhe Jue walked towards him, he looked at him with a mocking gaze and spoke.

"Scared, are we? Yin Lvqing, you are the mighty Eighth Prince of the Ziyan Kingdom, and you’re scared of being bled? Isn’t that shameful? Hmm."

Yin Lvqing: "..."

Damn it, it’s not you being bled, of course you can’t understand my pain!

It’s about bleeding, after all. Who would want to have their wrist cut and a large amount of fresh blood drained from their body?

What’s more...

Did he not see?

How big is that ceramic bottle in his hand, how much blood does he want from me!

"Come on, whether you stick your neck out or shrink back, you’re going to get cut anyway, what are you dodging for?"

When Zhe Jue reached out to grab him, Yin Lvqing’s reaction couldn’t be more drastic, wishing he could sprout wings and soar into the blue sky.

Unfortunately, he was not that lucky.

He saw his own wrist being directly cut open by Zhe Jue’s knife, like slicing a watermelon, nearly severing his wrist!

"Ugh!"

He really felt the pain, the cut was bone-deep.

This hand of his is likely to be crippled now.

Yet, that was not all, as he struggled, Zhe Jue’s eyes flashed fiercely, and he smacked him right across the face.

"What are you wriggling for, this little wound won’t kill anyone. Move again, and you won’t need the other hand either! You really think you’re still the high and mighty Eighth Prince, just a prisoner!"

All this wiggling around, how is he supposed to collect blood? It’s annoying as hell.

Yin Lvqing: "!"

He’s never seen anyone as brash as this!

However, after being slapped by Zhe Jue, he really dared not move, and became quiet.

He watched with his eyes wide as the fresh blood from his body gradually drained away, his lips growing paler and paler, though of course, with the white cloth stuffed in, that couldn’t be seen.

But that wasn’t all!

What he didn’t expect at all was that after enduring the ordeal until Zhe Jue filled the ceramic bottle with blood.