The moment she was reborn and sealed, the texture of the paper at her fingertips was exactly the same as the straw mat that wrapped her body in her previous life.
Yu Ruyi, the wife of Emperor Yuan Zhao, knocked on the dragon chair: "Internal Prime Minister, do you want to sign this tax edict or not?"
She looked at the officials below, thinking of the faces of the hundreds of thousands of victims, and finally pressed the red seal - but she didn't know that this press was stepping into a more complicated situation.
In the prison, Qinghe's secret letter fell out from the interlayer of the jade pendant. The date was the year she entered the palace. The most trusted maid smiled and handed over the poisoned wine: "Miss, this is what Miss Lian meant."
Deep in the dark river, Xie Linyuan's black robe was soaked in blood, and the tattoo of the word "Wei" on the back of his neck was glowing red.
He stuffed half of the broken jade into her palm: "Fifteen years ago in Lihuawu, you said this jade pendant could buy my life."
Only then did she realize that the broken jade pendant was not in two pieces, but in three pieces.
One piece is tied to her life, the other is entangled with his calamity, and the last piece is hidden in her sister's lotus-colored sleeves, soaked in fifteen years of poison.
When the mud of Qiuyu Lotus Pond spit out Qinghe's corpse, and when the secret passage of Ziwei Palace revealed the bloody words of "People's Livelihood Policy", she finally understood:
Every moment in Xuanyi's protective robe is the road paved by Lian Yuwei's life;
The scar behind his sister's ear and the mark on his neck were originally caused by her in the same pear blossom rain.
"Xie Linyuan," she clutched the three pieces of the cracked sword tightly, blood dripping on the word "Yuan", "Tell me, are we rescuing people, or are we handing the knife to the executioner?"
When he smiled, the scar behind his ear shone in the moonlight, just like the way he stood in front of her on the execution ground in his previous life:
"I am disgusted, the word you carved on my bones was never 'Abyss', but 'Live'."
Intention: Some things cannot be decided by ourselves. At some point, we may all be aiding others.