Mingzhu's arms were shaking, and the blade of the knife was trembling.
She lowered her head, and her long black hair fell sideways, blocking her face and making it impossible to see her expression clearly.
There was moisture in her eyes, and her cheeks, which were flushed due to the high fever, were also hot. Tears slid down from the end of her eyes uncontrollably, sliding along her chin, past her collarbone, and falling into her collar. She shed no tears. Any sound.
Mingzhu didn't know what she was doing. She couldn't control her hands. She frowned in confusion. She just wanted to live a simple and free life.
There is no need to be treated as a pet without self, there is no need to look at other people's faces and try to figure out other people's moods all the time, and there is no need to tremble and wait for the death that you don't know when.
She wanted to forget the heart-wrenching pain of being killed by her lover in her previous life, and she didn't want to dwell on the pain again and again.
But Zhao Shi refused to let her go.
He was always pushing her.
When she returned to this place, she had constant nightmares.
Could it be that he himself has never been in pain as painful as hers, so he can't empathize with her and be a little kinder to her.
There was a voice in Mingzhu's head, constantly urging her to thrust the knife in quickly, so that he could also taste the feeling of being killed by the person he loved.
He ruined her marriage and deprived her of her freedom in vain. He despised her and deceived her.
Mingzhu's hands were shaking more and more, her wrists were weak and she couldn't hold the knife.
She held the knife in both hands, and the violent shaking of the knife gradually calmed down.
The candlelight illuminated her face pale white, the cold sweat on her forehead rolled down one by one, and most of her back was soaked.
Her teeth were almost bleeding, but she still couldn't move.
Zhao Shi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and clear, without any hint of sleepiness. He had been pretending to be asleep just now.
Zhao Shi asked in a dumb voice: "Why don't you stab him?"
Mingzhu recovered from her daze, her eyes were red, and she still clenched the knife in her hand.
Zhao Shi glanced down at the dagger pressed against his chest. He didn't seem to care at all and wasn't afraid that she would actually stab him and lose his life.
He looked pale, "Don't you want to kill me?"
Mingzhu didn't seem to want to listen to him, so Zhao Shi insisted on forcing her to listen. While talking, he held her hand and moved the tip of the knife to his heart, "Don't you hate me?"
Mingzhu's tears fell, "Don't force me."
Her mother taught her to be kind from an early age and not to hurt people's lives as a last resort. She shook her hands, trying to throw the dagger away, but unfortunately her wrist was already tightly held by him, and she couldn't escape.
Zhao Shi half held her slender body with his other hand. His expression was calmer than ever before, and his gentle tone was straightforward, "I forced your parents to withdraw from the marriage that you have been thinking about for a long time."
Mingzhu didn’t want to hear it.
Zhao Shi continued to detail his "crimes" to her, "I despise your identity. I just use you as a bed warmer for entertainment. I won't even let you out."
Mingzhu's heart felt uncomfortable, "Stop talking."
Zhao Shi laughed, his eyes gradually filled with tears, and his heart ached a little with every word he said, "In order to save money, I ignored your health and forced you to take medicine, and later forced you to give birth to a child. "
Zhao Shi stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, "You managed to escape, and now I'm threatening you with the person you like."
Mingzhu raised her eyelids and stared at him with red and swollen eyes, devoid of emotion.
Zhao Shi held her wrist and taught her how to use the knife, while saying, "I've hurt you before, right?"
That dream was so real.
He couldn't tell whether it was something that had happened before. Even Zhao Shi felt that he was a stranger in his dream, and he felt so heartless.
He said: "I prepared the knife for you."
Mingzhu was startled, looking at him blankly.
Zhao Shi felt that the illness mentioned by the imperial doctor was probably related to him. A little cold wind almost killed her, and Zhao Shiwei couldn't bear it.
He has done too many evil things to her, and he deserves whatever retribution he gets.
Love is not just about asking.
But Zhao Shi only knows this stupidest and most likely to hurt people.
"If you don't stab me to death tonight, I might still be like before tomorrow, not letting you go anywhere and taking care of whatever you do." Zhao Shi said slowly.
Mingzhu thought of many emotions, but the one she remembered the most was the glass of wine. She had several whys and hundreds of gnashing teeth to ask.
Hatred surged in uncontrollably like a tide.
She was instigated by his words and could not hold back her emotions. Her red eyes stared straight into his calm eyes. She suddenly exerted force on her wrist and stabbed the sharp knife directly. On his chest, the blood first dyed his clothes red, and the moonlight gown was stained with a large area of blood red.
Zhao Shi was a very patient person, but when the severe pain that tore his heart and lungs came, his throat suddenly became unable to make any sound. His tense back bent slightly, and the blood on his thin lips lost all color and faded into pure white.
Mingzhu's whole body trembled slightly, and her tears kept falling as the knife penetrated his body. She opened her mouth and asked him in a low voice: "Zhao Shi, are you in pain?"
Zhao Shi gritted his teeth and even had the strength to smile at her. His breath was weak and he said, "It doesn't hurt."
Mingzhu pushed the knife in for a few seconds and turned it around. She seemed to hear the sound of flesh and blood gushing. She shed tears silently, "Does it hurt?"
Zhao Shi's face was already wet with cold sweat, and he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to speak.
But he still wanted to help wipe away the tears on her face. He had made her cry enough times in his life.
Mingzhu let go of her hand. Her palms were filled with blood from his body. She couldn't wipe it clean with a handkerchief. She choked and said, "I'm in pain too."
She was in pain too.
Because she could bear it and would not speak out unless the pain was extreme, he could bully her at will.
Zhao Shi saw the brokenness in her eyes and felt that his heart was also broken.
He had never shed tears many times in his life, and the mist rising in his eyes gradually turned into water droplets, sliding down coldly along the red ends of his eyes.
"sorry."
"Zhuzhu, I'm sorry."
Zhao Shi only bowed his head to her, and I'm afraid he only said this word to her.
The blood in his chest gradually stopped, but his complexion was obviously not good.
Mingzhu seemed to be frightened by the blood all over the floor, trembling and curling up.
She hid in the corner and seemed frightened.
Zhao Shi's consciousness couldn't hold on any longer. He leaned on the edge of the bed, his breathing slowed down, and he slowly closed his eyes.
It took a long time for Mingzhu to recover from the sluggishness. She looked at the motionless man leaning on the bed and frowned. Is he dead
Still angry
Can a person survive if he is stabbed
Mingzhu didn't know, her mind was in a mess. She stretched out her fingers to test his breathing, but pulled her hand back in mid-air.
She didn't dare.
Mingzhu herself also had a high fever, and her whole body was frighteningly hot. After a while, she ran out of the house and found no one in the yard.
She didn't even wear any shoes, and ran barefoot on the ground. The hem of her shirt and skirt moved with the wind, fluttering lightly, like a hastily lost deer fleeing in the forest.
She ran out of the yard, her clothes messy and her hair messy. There were blood stains on his cheeks, large areas of blood on his clothes, and on his hands, everywhere.
Manager Lin was frightened by her appearance and took two steps back, "Aunt Mingzhu..."
Manager Lin immediately changed his words, "Princess, what are you doing?"
Mingzhu was unfamiliar with this title. She raised her hand and pointed in. She said, "I will kill Zhao Shi, he is about to die."
Manager Lin broke out in a cold sweat in the summer here. Normally he would not believe such words, but at this moment, Mingzhu's body was covered in blood, so he couldn't help but not believe it.
He immediately ran into the house and saw His Royal Highness, covered in blood and motionless, leaning on the bed. He almost couldn't breathe. He quickly called for the imperial doctor!
The prince's mansion suddenly became a mess.
Mingzhu stood alone in the moonlight in a daze, her hands in her big sleeves shaking so much that she couldn't lift them up.
She killed someone.
She really killed people.
She wanted to kill Zhao Shi several times and wanted him to pay for her life.
I really wanted to kill him, but I was very scared.
If he dies, will his parents let her go? Won't.
A life is worth a life.
It's just pitiful that her little Man is less than three years old. How will a child survive in the future without his mother
Mingzhu's body became colder and colder. She walked to the pool to wash off the blood on her hands.
But when she walked to the pond, she was reflected in the water, which was really scary.
She took a few steps back and fell to the ground, her legs and feet too weak to stand up.
Manager Lin never expected that such a big affair would happen in the mansion. If His Highness the Crown Prince made any mistake, everyone in the mansion would be buried with him.
He was afraid that His Highness the Crown Prince would die like this.
He carefully sniffed.
Zhao Shi suddenly spoke out, squeezing out each word from his throat with vigor, "Where's Zhuzhu?"
Manager Lin couldn't care less about her now.
Zhao Shi ignored himself and pulled out the knife on his chest, and the blood in the hole flowed faster.
Manager Lin was really about to faint, "Your Highness, you can't draw your sword!"
Zhao Shi covered his chest with one hand and supported the bed with the other. He stood up staggeringly, found some hemostatic powder from the shelf, and poured it directly on the flesh-covered wound. He almost fainted from the pain, gritted his teeth, and did not stop. Every sound of pain was released.
He simply wrapped the wound with gauze and said, "She was frightened. You can bring her back."
Manager Lin had no choice but to do as he was told.
Go to the lake in the backyard and bring the person back.
Mingzhu's courage was small to begin with, and she thought she had killed someone, but she did not recover for a while.
Zhao Shi held her hand and said, "Don't be afraid."
Mingzhu didn't seem to recognize him, she could only repeat the words "I killed someone".
She had to wash her hands and change her clothes.
Manager Lin asked the maid to fetch hot water and enter the house. A set of clean clothes was placed on the table.
Mingzhu's hands were shaking so much that she knocked over the copper basin and splashed hot water all over the floor.
The maids immediately brought another basin of hot water. Zhao Shi held her wrist and wiped her fingers one by one with a wet towel.
After helping her clean it up, the white gauze on his wound was soaked with blood, and the placket on his chest was also black and red.