As the cold liquid slid down my throat, I was still wondering why this wine was so bitter.
The knees I was kneeling on the ground had no feeling. The palace was full of people with their heads lowered, and no one dared to look at me. The eunuch in front of me read the imperial edict in a high-pitched voice. I didn't hear a word of those words. I only saw his mouth opening and closing like a dehydrated fish.
My vision began to blur, and my hands and feet began to feel numb.
This is what poisonous wine feels like.
I raised my eyelids with difficulty and looked at the man on the dragon throne. Xiao Yan, my husband, I have been his queen for seven years, and he gives me death today. He didn't even look at me, he was holding a grape in his fingers and turning it carelessly.
That grape was peeled off by Concubine Jiang.
"Mother, please go on your way." The eunuch's voice was sharp and thin, like a needle piercing my ears.
I tried to stand up, but found that I couldn't even move my fingers. The poisonous alcohol hit me faster than I thought. It felt like someone had stuffed a piece of red-hot iron into my chest. The pain made my whole body tremble.
Just then, I saw Concubine Jiang smiling.
She stood next to Xiao Yan, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her beautiful almond eyes sparkling. It was the kind of light a hunter would have when he sees his prey take its last breath - satisfied, proud, and even a little impatient.
I understand.
From beginning to end, it was a game.
It started from the year she entered the palace, from the year she pretended to be weak in front of me, from the year she tampered with my anti-fetal medicine. She had been preparing this poisonous wine for three whole years.
As for Xiao Yan, he knew, acquiesced, and even cooperated.
