The moment the poisonous wine entered my throat, I suddenly laughed.
Not because it's liberating, but because it's ridiculous. The dignified eldest princess of the South Kingdom was imprisoned in this cold palace for ten years, and finally died of a glass of poisonous wine - even my murderer didn't even bother to see me in person.
The wine burned his throat, and the fire spread to his limbs and bones. I fell to the ground and stared at the cobwebs on the beams with blurred vision. In the past ten years, I have become accustomed to every inch of decay here, to the moisture seeping out of the stone walls, to the days when no one talks or cares.
But I'm not used to death.
Before his consciousness dissipated, the palace door was suddenly kicked open. I rolled my eyes hard and saw a bloody figure rushing in. Against the light, I couldn't see his face clearly, but the outline seemed familiar.
Gu Beichen.
He rushed to me and picked me up. I heard his voice tremble, with a panic I'd never heard before.
"Changning! Changning!"
I opened my mouth, wanting to ask him why he looked like this. Didn't he lock me here with his own hands? Doesn't he hate me to the core? But why were his eyes so red, as if they were bleeding.
I wanted to speak, but only a mouthful of black blood came out of my throat and trickled down the corners of my mouth.
