Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 352 Martial Arts, Gone!
Yan Yu glanced at Lin Zhiqing, said nothing more, and nimbly got up and left the room.

After Lin Zhiqing changed her clothes, Chaoyan returned as well.

Lin Congli, Lin Congyan, and Lin Shi'an followed behind her.

Lin Shi'an stepped forward: "Zhiqing, the doctor said you've been overworked and your heart is troubled. How are you feeling now?"

"Cousin, I'm fine. How did your journey go?" Lin Zhiqing looked at Lin Shi'an carefully.

Lin Shi'an has lost a lot of weight.

But he was the type to only report good news and not bad, so he just shook his head:

"It's alright. Although there were some minor setbacks along the way, the outcome was good."

“Zhiqing, this time you went too far by using yourself as bait without telling me and your fourth uncle!” Lin Congli said sternly.

Lin Congyan was equally worried: "Your uncle is worried about you. Zhiqing, next time something like this happens, you must not hide it from us."

Lin Zhiqing's decision not to tell the two of them was, of course, a way of including them in his plan.

Only if Lin Congli, with the intention of preserving her and Lin Yangyang's reputation, does not make a scene, can the Zhenyuan Marquis's mansion resolve Zheng Kuo's problem more smoothly.

Only then can the purpose of re-examining Lin Congrong's treasonous act be achieved.

Lin Zhiqing gave a brief explanation, then looked behind Lin Congli and the others: "Where's my cousin? How is she?"

Mentioning this made the atmosphere in the room somewhat somber.

Lin Congli had his hands behind his back, his gaze was down, and his eyes were drooping—clearly a sign of sadness!

Lin Congyan remained silent, pursing his lips.

Lin Shi'an frowned and took a deep breath.

All signs indicate that Lin Yangyang is in trouble!

Lin Zhiqing quickly stood up: "I need to go check on my cousin. Is she still unconscious?"

Lin Shi'an grabbed Lin Zhiqing's hand: "The person is indeed still unconscious, but their life is not in danger."

Lin Zhiqing breathed a slight sigh of relief, but was still uneasy:
"I'm going to go and take a look right now."

The others hesitated to speak, but ultimately did not stop them.

After a stick of incense had burned, Lin Zhiqing, accompanied by Lin Shi'an, arrived at Lin Yangyang's courtyard.

Xiao Cui's eyes were red, just like Asagao's before her.

When Lin Zhiqing entered the inner room, he saw Lin Yangyang, who was pale and fast asleep.

This scene was remarkably similar to the first time she met Lin Yangyang when she arrived in Dasheng.

Lin Zhiqing was briefly dazed, then began to question Lin Shi'an:

"I heard that my cousin might have suffered internal injuries. What did the family physician say?"

Lin Shi'an's lips moved slightly, as if he didn't know how to speak.

Lin Zhiqing grew increasingly anxious: "Cousin, tell me quickly!"

“There are internal injuries, but that’s a minor matter.” Lin Shi’an’s gaze fell elsewhere, seemingly unable to bear looking at Lin Yangyang: “The real serious problem is her right hand.”

"Right hand?" In a flash, many images flashed through Lin Zhiqing's mind.

When Lin Yangyang fought Jiang Yunhe, Jiang Yunhe grabbed her right hand.

When forcibly breaking through the wall, Lin Yangyang also used her right hand.

Thinking of this, she gently pulled back the blanket and saw that Lin Yangyang's right hand had been firmly immobilized, and it looked very serious.

Lin Zhiqing dared not touch it, and could only look at Lin Shi'an again:
"What went wrong?"

Fracture or internal injury?
Lin Shi'an exhaled a breath of stale air: "The meridians are damaged."

With just one simple sentence, Lin Zhiqing understood:

"So, you mean her hand is useless from now on, right?" Lin Zhiqing stared into Lin Shi'an's eyes, but Lin Shi'an avoided her gaze and nodded.

"It doesn't affect daily life, but I can't touch heavy objects."

You can't even touch heavy objects, let alone handle knives or guns.

Lin Zhiqing was somewhat unwilling: "If there were a renowned doctor, could it be cured?"

Lin Shi'an sighed: "The chances of a cure are extremely small."

“Then it’s not that it doesn’t exist!” Lin Zhiqing replied.

"Zhiqing," Lin Shi'an said softly, "even if it can be cured, it can never be restored to its original state."

If someone else were to suffer such a blow, they would probably feel bad, but for Lin Yangyang, this kind of pain is devastating.

She was originally skilled in martial arts and had always dreamed of one day going into battle and fighting on the battlefield.

Of course, she may not have said these words aloud, because in the Great Sheng Dynasty, women were not allowed to fight on the battlefield and be ennobled.

These established rules have bound the minds of many and stifled the ideals of many.

And now, Lin Yangyang's hands...

Lin Zhiqing felt like she couldn't breathe.

She understood Lin Shi'an's hesitation, because no one wanted to admit this cruel truth.

Lin Yangyang is still unconscious. Once she regains consciousness, who could bear to tell her that she can't practice martial arts?
Feelings of guilt, regret, and sadness spread through Lin Zhiqing's heart.

She looked at Lin Yangyang again, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Lin Yangyang's nostrils twitched.

She is awake!
She heard everything that was said.

Lin Zhiqing was momentarily stunned; she didn't know how to handle the situation.

Just as her thoughts were in turmoil, Lin Yangyang suddenly opened her eyes:
"Qing-mei, wishing you peace and well-being."

Lin Shi'an paused, then immediately bent down: "Sister, you're awake. I'll go tell Uncle and the others right away."

"Hey, wait a minute." Lin Yangyang called out to Lin Shi'an: "Why are you calling my father? He'll definitely give me a long lecture later."

"No, he won't." Lin Shi'an's voice was choked with emotion.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiqing nodded as well: "Uncle wouldn't do that."

"Because of my hand?" Lin Yangyang tried to raise her hand as usual, but as soon as she moved it, she winced in pain.

Lin Zhiqing quickly pressed her down and spoke softly:
"Cousin, take good care of your injury and don't move it around too much, your hand..."

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Lin Zhiqing didn't know how to say them, and a deep sense of guilt welled up in her heart again.

"Oh, it's just a hand. I heard everything you were saying." Lin Yangyang waved her left hand.
"Perhaps I was too naughty before. My right hand was already a bit weak, but I was too lazy to tell you and too lazy to call the doctor."

Lin Zhiqing easily understood that Lin Yangyang was deliberately saying that her hand had a problem before, so that she wouldn't feel too guilty.

She pursed her lips: "Cousin, I'm so sorry. If I hadn't dragged you into this risk, things definitely wouldn't have turned out this way."

"What's wrong with you like this?" Lin Yangyang put her arm around Lin Zhiqing's shoulder.

"That old scoundrel from the Jiang family has been fooled. The Crown Prince has also agreed to retry Uncle's case, which is a good thing."

"Besides, it would be too formal for you to apologize to me. My surname is Lin, and the Lin family is where it is today because of my grandfather and second uncle."

"It is my responsibility as a member of the Lin family. It would be unacceptable for me not to do everything in my power to protect our Lin family."

After saying that, she waved her hand and lay down on her side: "Okay, okay, I'm tired, I'm not talking to you anymore."

Lin Zhiqing watched Lin Yangyang's retreating figure but didn't say anything more.

To speak up in this situation would be tantamount to rubbing salt into someone's wounds.

She exchanged a glance with Lin Shi'an, then took a step and walked out.

Just as she was about to step out the door, Lin Yangyang spoke again:
"By the way, tell my dad not to come see me. I want to get some sleep."