Bone Painting Coroner

CONTENT WARNINGS: BLOOD & GORE

Looking at Mo Ruo’s state, Jing Rong couldn’t help but laugh. “Serves you right!” Who asked you to disturb the plague demon? It’s your fault for provoking that woman!

Mo Ruo looked utterly devastated and glared at him. “I would rather be annoyed by you than that insane brat.”

Hehe. Jing Rong huffed in laughter. “This prince doesn’t have a habit of chasing after men. Besides, you were the one who went to provoke that woman and should naturally bear the consequences.”

“Who said that I provoked her? She clearly stuck to me on her own!”

“Anyway, this is none of my business. You better quickly get out and don’t disturb this prince’s rest. Solve your own problems by yourself.”

“Why are you so heartless? After all, we grew up together.” Mo Ruo whined unhappily.

Jing Rong didn’t care for any of that. He bodily lifted Mo Ruo up, opened the door, and shoved him out. The door closed shut with a bang.

“Jing Rong, you just wait. Sooner or later, I’ll make you beg me for help.” How infuriating.

Jing Rong only laughed merrily in response.

Mo Ruo didn’t dare to make too much of a fuss either, in case he attracted Tang Si’s attention again and she started forcing him to eat grapes again. Crestfallen, he went back into his own room.

…

After Ji Yunshu went into her room and tidied herself up, someone knocked on her door. “Dear customer, it’s the tea you ordered.”

She opened the door. The waiter brought in a pot of tea and left afterwards.

However, the teapot was too hot and her finger was scalded the minute she touched the handle. As a result, the teapot fell onto the ground and shattered into pieces with a loud crash.

“Ah!” Her brows knitted tightly together in pain and she cradled her hand as she went out, intending to look for some soy sauce. Coincidentally, she bumped into the waiter that had led them into the inn. He was carrying a pot of tea, but instead of his previous sunny smile, his expression was serious and uncommonly nervous.

Ji Yunshu noted the change in his demeanor as she blocked his way. “Hey, could I trouble you to get some soy sauce from the kitchen for me?”

Soy sauce? When the waiter saw someone appear in front of him, he quickly wiped away his serious expression and put on a service smile. But… he also seemed to become even more nervous, as if someone had discovered a great secret of his.

He asked in puzzlement, “What do you need soy sauce for?”

Ji Yunshu stretched out the finger that had been scalded red from the heat. “I accidentally broke a teapot and also got scalded.”

“Oh.” Strangely, there seemed to be a trace of guilt in the waiter’s eyes. He lowered his head in acknowledgement, then glanced again towards Jing Rong’s room and spoke. “Ma’am, if you would wait for a short moment, I’ll deliver this pot of tea to the customer in the Sky Room, then I’ll go get some soy sauce from the kitchen for you.”

Ji Yunshu didn’t want to keep him from doing his job either, so she nodded and smiled in reply as the waiter delivered his pot of tea.

When Ji Yunshu returned to her room, she still felt that something was off.

She thought for a moment, and it dawned on her all of a sudden. She dashed out of her room and ran towards Jing Rong’s room, at the same moment as she saw the waiter exit.

In the room, Jing Rong had just finished pouring out a cup of tea and was about to drink it. She shoved away the waiter on his way out and rushed inside as she shouted, “Don’t drink it!” In the same moment, she swept that cup away with a bang.

Jing Rong was so surprised he didn’t even react. As the cup clattered onto the floor, the doors on the ground floor of the inn were suddenly shut.

“Kill!” The sounds of slaughter rang out in all directions.

A large group of people suddenly emerged from the formerly calm inn. The people who had been downstairs at the bare tables all drew out large sabres and long swords from underneath their tables. From then on, it was a spectacle of shooting fish in a barrel.

That waiter that had been pushed aside by Ji Yunshu turned furiously, eyes filled with killing intent as he drew out a dagger from under the cleaning rag on his shoulder and stabbed towards Ji Yunshu. She didn’t have the chance to dodge before that dagger pierced savagely into her back. “Ah!”

The dagger was very sharp. Almost the entire blade was buried in her body.

In that moment, Ji Yunshu’s head spun as she lurched forward, straight into Jing Rong’s arms. Her back was quickly dyed red from the fresh blood flowing out of the wound.

Jing Rong was stunned, but quickly sobered up and frantically shielded Ji Yunshu with his own body as he grabbed a chopstick from the table and thrust it brutally at the waiter’s forehead, all the way till it reached the back of his head. Then, he lifted his leg and kicked him forcefully.

The waiter was thrown out of the room and hit the railing outside, before it fell apart as well and he fell down to the ground floor. He landed as nothing more than a jumble of blood and flesh.

“Yunshu!” He quickly gathered her into his arms and cupped her pale face frantically. His other hand pressed against her back and was immediately drenched in blood.

Ji Yunshu gasped weakly and looked at him blearily as she painted a faint smile on her lips dyed red with blood, “I...I’m fine.”

“This prince does not permit you to get hurt. You’re not allowed.” He hugged her soft body as his eyes turned red, at the verge of a nervous breakdown. He rushed out and yelled, “Mo Ruo!”

At this time, only Mo Ruo would be able to save her.

The situation outside had also descended into chaos.

Jing Rong’s men and those people fought in close quarters. The entire inn was filled with sounds of blades clashing and furniture smashing.

Mo Ruo and Tang Si ran into the room at the same time and were both stunned by the scene that met them.

Jing Rong roared, “Save her!” [1]

Mo Ruo quickly instructed, “Carry her to the bed.” He then turned to Tang Si, “Go to my room and bring my medicine chest over. Hurry!”

Tang Si stared at the blood-drenched Ji Yunshu, frozen into a statue.

“Aren’t you going?” Mo Ruo urged. Only then did she respond and hurried out.

Jing Rong carried Ji Yunshu to the bed and placed her on her front. A dagger was deeply embedded into her back. “This prince cannot let anything happen to her. Nothing…” Jing Rong was deeply distressed.

In comparison, Mo Ruo was much calmer. He quickly tapped on several acupoints on Ji Yunshu’s back.

At this moment, several killers dashed towards the room, but before they could even enter, a sword had already taken their lives. Wen Xian and Zhao Huai appeared at the door.

“Saving the Little Heir is the priority right now! Leave what happens outside to us.” Wen Xian stood guard by the door, killing any who approached. Zhao Huai leapt off the second floor and entered the fray, helping Jing Rong’s men fight with those assassins.

Soon after, Tang Si returned, hugging Mo Ruo’s medicine chest. “Quick… here’s the medicine chest.” She shouted.

Mo Ruo opened the chest and drew out a small white bottle. He tipped out two pills and placed it inside Ji Yunshu’s mouth, then took out a packet of silver needles. “Pass me the lamp!”

Jing Rong hastily passed the lamp over. He was shivering all over, forehead covered in cold sweat, and dared not even breathe too loudly as he stared unwaveringly at the petite form laid on the bed.

[1] kinda perverse but MR did get JR to beg him like he wanted earlier. Imsosorry.