General, Please Open This Letter

When my relics were delivered to the general's mansion, it coincided with his wedding. The hall was full of guests, and the congratulations almost lifted the roof. The butler held the dusty wooden box and was at a loss: "General, it is... It belongs to Mr. Wen. I named it to you." The whole house was silent. Everyone knows that seven years ago, it was me, a civil servant who was "greedy for life and afraid of death," who sacrificed the city, causing the general to be defeated and killed. Oh no, he didn't die. He came back and became a powerful minister. And I, despite surviving until now, finally died of illness. The general crushed the jade cup in his hand, and blood mixed with wine dripped down. He stared at the wooden box as if there was something filthy inside. "Burn." "Wait a minute," he suddenly changed his mind, and there was a hidden fire in his eyes that no one could understand, "Bring it here. I want to see what last words this traitor has." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.