She looked at Gu Youyou and suddenly felt nervous, her face even turning red with tension.
Gu Youyou felt the girl was somewhat strange. She pulled a chair closer to her and said in a low voice, "Do you have a secret you want to tell your cousin? Feel free to speak. Whether it’s a personal issue or a problem between husband and wife, I can help."
Lin Qianqing: "...Where did your mind go? What I wanted to say was that something happened on the day of my marriage."
Gu Youyou looked at her sideways and then blinked.
She knew about the incident on Lin Qianqing’s wedding day. King Jin had thought it was Prince Qin’s doing, and if Prince Qin had done the first day of the lunar month, King Jin would return the favor on the fifteenth. It was precisely because of that incident that everyone from their courtyard was confined. However, in fact, Prince Qin was wronged; it was just Jin Ziyuan stirring up trouble.
And he had done so quite successfully.
"I’m all right, but you don’t know the horror of that day," Lin Qianqing said.
"I’ve heard about it, but fortunately, you were unscathed and those villains did not succeed. Moreover, the horrific attack was brief and did not delay the auspicious time for your wedding ceremony," Gu Youyou replied.
Lin Qianqing’s face was indifferent as she said, "Yes, in a brief moment, so many people died. Before my eyes, people were slashed, some had their arms or legs severed, others were stabbed in the stomach with their intestines spilling out.
Some even had half their heads hanging off their necks, staring at me with open eyes in death. All those who died were around me, and I was surrounded by them. My dowry was scattered all around, stained red with blood..."
"It’s over, don’t think about it anymore!"
Gu Youyou, seeing her becoming more and more frightening, hurriedly patted her shoulder to interrupt her.
But she had no idea that Lin Qianqing could tell such a horrific story so naturally.
Her indifferent and detailed descriptions of various gruesome deaths had even frightened Gu Youyou, who wouldn’t as much as furrow her brow when picking up a scalpel.
Unexpectedly, Lin Qianqing said to Gu Youyou very earnestly, "I’m not afraid!"
Gu Youyou’s retracted hand hung stiffly in mid-air.
"You’re not afraid of such a horrific scene? Who are you trying to fool?"
"I’m really not afraid; I’m actually looking forward to it," Lin Qianqing seemed a bit lost.
Gu Youyou’s mouth twitched fiercely, not knowing what to say.
She said, "At that moment, I was thinking, if they really took me away, it would have been good. Being taken away by villains would allow me to leave openly, without implicating my family..."
"Wait a minute!" Gu Youyou interrupted her, saying, "Those guys were playing for keeps. Do you think once they took you away, they would just drop you outside the city and forget about you? If you really were kidnapped, your fate..." Gu Youyou didn’t know how to properly describe it, she only said, "Anyway, it would be worse than death. If they decided to kill you with one stroke, count it as a mercy. If they didn’t kill you, then it would be living a life worse than death. Girl, you’re too naive."
Lin Qianqing appeared even more confused, looking at Gu Youyou with a somewhat vacant expression and murmured in a low voice, "He looked so pure, can he really be that sort of person?"
Her words were mumbled very softly, but to Gu Youyou’s keen ears, they were clearly audible.
Gu Youyou was taken aback and asked, "Who? Who did you see?"
Lin Qianqing hurriedly feigned ignorance, shaking her head and saying, "No, nobody."
Only a fool would believe that. Gu Youyou’s mental age was not that of a naive and easily deceived young girl. If she seriously considered someone’s little expressions, she could be very accurate.
Of course, this excluded people like Jin Zijin, who were especially good at concealing their emotions.