Such a heart of stone
Qi Yan came to the study alone and let out a sigh of relief.
But for some unknown reason, she felt a little uneasy, and after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't find the reason...
Qiu Ju ordered two hundred taels of silver and found a box to wrap it up. She then took out some of her own money and put it in her purse, holding it in her arms and walking towards Chuntao's room.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
"Chuntao? Are you inside?"
"… come in."
Qiu Ju entered the room and saw Chuntao sitting by the bed wiping her tears. The tears that finally stopped bursting again, she put the box on the table and sat beside the bed: "In the box are two hundred taels of silver along with your deed..."
The sobbing stopped abruptly, and Chuntao stared straight at Qiu Ju: "What did you say?"
Qiu Ju wiped away her tears: "His Royal Highness's grace, let you go free, and gave you a entanglement to settle down. For a slave like us, it is already a grace that we can't even dream of."
Chuntao still stared straight at Qiu Ju, her red and swollen apricot eyes could not see sadness or joy: "You said Your Highness sent me away?"
Qiu Ju took Chuntao's hand, hesitated for a long time, and said softly: "It's not a blessing for Sai Weng to lose his horse, it's better for your temper to go out, so as not to make a big mess in the future. When you get there, bring a message and let me know that you are safe."
Chuntao murmured, "I've never done anything like eating inside and out, but if I did, I'd have a big boil, and it would be rotten from the inside out!"
Qiu Ju hurriedly covered Chuntao's mouth, tears streaming down her face, and said sadly: "Your Highness has grown up now, and he is already the one who can take charge of the wedding and the government. Go and treat your Highness. She is our master, we respect her, love her, that's fine! Just can't control her anymore, you just ignore her. Do you think..." Qiu Ju didn't finish speaking, but Chuntao had a rare epiphany.
She smiled bitterly: It turned out that His Highness was annoying herself.
Yes, she's grown up now.
With the prestige, it is no longer the milk dumpling that used to be carved in powder and jade.
Chuntao laughed, tears falling down her cheeks. It turned out that she had lost her identity.
But myself, I always feel that His Highness is still young.
Afraid of her getting hurt, worried about her being ill, and talking about her for so many years, she finally got annoying.
"Sister Qiu Ju."
"I am here."
"I want to be alone for a while."
"Okay, I'll go find you a long-distance carriage..."
"Thank you."
Chuntao came to the table, opened the purse, poured all the pieces of silver and a few pieces of jewelry on the table, and opened the box again: the silver ingots inside were neatly coded, and there was a piece of yellowed paper on it.
On the paper is written his birthday eight characters, the money from the previous dynasty, and his own little handprint...
As long as you take this deed to the government, you can eliminate your slave status and become a person with status in the future.
Chuntao laughed, and tore the documents that countless slaves dreamed of to shreds...
Qiu Ju called for a spacious carriage, and the driver was also an honest man who had been on file with the government and specialized in long distances.
She went to the big stove to prepare enough dry food and water for Chuntao, found two brand new quilts, and ordered some clothes to be moved to the carriage.
Qiu Ju wanted to ask Nangong Jingnv one last time to see if the master had changed her mind, but she turned back when she walked to the door of the main hall.
Chuntao's temperament is no longer suitable for staying in the princess' mansion, although the three of them have a feeling of growing up together. But the master is the master, how can you allow a slave to be above you? Point fingers at your own affairs
Chuntao's departure from the residence was not caused by this incident. If this is the case, I should have been sent away together with Chuntao...
In the final analysis, His Highness is already tired of Chuntao in his heart, and while His Highness is still thinking of some old friendship, it is already the best ending for Chuntao.
Thinking about this, Qiu Ju wiped away her tears and walked towards Chuntao's yard.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
"Chuntao, the carriage is ready, it's time..."
But there was no answer inside, Qiu Ju called a few more times and then raised her hand to push the door, only to find that the door was locked from the inside.
"Chuntao, stop being angry. Open the door..."
No way, Qiu Ju had to find Ding's house and slammed the door of the room open.
A heart-wrenching mourning went all the way to the side courtyard.
Qi Yan was practicing calligraphy in front of the desk with a "slap", and a drop of ink fell off the tip of the pen and fell onto the rice paper, landing on the "Loyalty, Filial, Righteousness, Righteousness, Wisdom, and Faith" that had just been written.
The word "loyalty" was dyed in ink and lost its shape.
Qi Yan's heart skipped a beat, and with hindsight she understood: where did her unease come from.
She dropped the brush and rushed out of the study, running towards Chuntao's room.
Qiu Ju couldn't bear the blow and fainted, and the servants hurriedly carried the person into the yard.
Chuntao's door opened wide, and several family members stood guard at the door, looking terrified and overwhelmed.
"What happened?"
Jiading knelt in front of Qi Yan: "Back to the concubine, Chuntao hanged himself."
Qi Yan's body shook and walked towards the door.
Chuntao hanged herself, using the khaki belt around her waist to hang from the main beam facing the door.
Qi Yan stood at the door and caught sight of a pair of old embroidered shoes, the toes pointed to the ground, and the two ankles were soft.
White silver and scraps of paper were scattered on the ground, Qi Yan grabbed the door frame and slowly raised her head.
Chuntao's face is purple, her tongue sticks out, her eyes pop out, and she is staring at Qi Yan.
Qi Yan grabbed the door frame, suffocating.
Chuntao died and hanged himself.
At the last moment of leaving the house, he rejected Nangong Jingnv's "grace" in this way, and used his own life to call out injustice, which also proved his loyalty.
Qi Yan retracted her gaze, her fingers gripping the door frame felt aching, and became icy cold.
At this moment, she finally understood: when she chose to embark on this road of revenge, she was destined to step on the blood and corpses of countless people.
Before she kills the enemy, she needs to kill many innocent people like Chuntao. Even if she doesn't have to do it herself, there will still be countless people who will die because of her.
It's like this: she never thought of killing Chuntao. She just wanted to let her and Qiu Ju leave Nangong Jingnv. She believed that with Nangong Jingnv's kind and generous temperament, they would definitely find a good home for them.
She has done all the calculations, pretending to be smart, but forgetting that human nature is something that can never be calculated.
She took every step of the way, thinking that she was sure of everything, but she never thought that Chuntao was not a chess piece, she was also a person with flesh and blood.
She didn't kill Chuntao with her own hands, but she used the tricks she thought to be clever to force people to death.
Chuntao's embroidered shoes were stained with soil, and at the last moment before she died, she was still working tirelessly for this princess' residence.
Qi Yan stared at the phoenix embroidery on the shoes: "revenge" is never two thin words.
This is a sin and injustice written with blood and life and created by heaping corpses into mountains.
"Find two people to put down Chuntao, and carry Qiuju down to rest. I'll report to your Highness in person."
"Yes."
Four or five family members resisted the fear in their hearts and entered Chuntao's room, silently pleaded guilty and prayed in their hearts, and hugged Chuntao's body with their eyes closed.
Chuntao's body was put on the ground, and Qi Yan stepped over the threshold and entered the house.
A housekeeper was shaking his hands to "rest his eyes" for Chuntao, but was stopped by Qi Yan: "I'll come."
"Master Consort, let the servants do this kind of unlucky thing..."
Qi Yan squeezed her family aside and squatted beside Chuntao, opened her mouth and sent her tongue back, pressed her eyes again, and rubbed her eyelids a few times before Chuntao was able to "close her eyes".
Chuntao's corpse has not cooled down completely, and the tentacles are still warm.
If it wasn't for this sauce-purple skin, I would have thought she was just asleep.
Chuntao, who closed her eyes, squeezed out the last few tears in her eyes. When the servants saw it, they exclaimed and stepped back, for fear that Chuntao would deceive the corpse.
Only Qi Yan squatted beside Chuntao, took out the white silk handkerchief from her sleeve and shook it away, covering Chuntao's remains.
After doing all this, Qi Yan silently left Chuntao's room.
She knew that she would never turn back.
Chuntao's death will definitely become a thorn between her and Nangong Jingnv, even if Nangong Jingnv doesn't doubt herself, even if she recovers with herself after a while, this thorn will be nailed forever. among them.
Just like Chuntao's death, it is irreversible and irreparable.
Either go to the end and kill Nangong Jingnu.
Or drag it to the day of the unearthed incident, and he will be doomed.
There is no turning back.
No, it should be said: from the moment Qiyan Agula became an orphan of a subjugated country, there was no turning back.
Qi Yan washed her hands and came to the main hall, and the maid at the door gave a deep beating, "See the concubine."
For the first time, Qi Yan pushed open the door of the main hall without prior notification.
Nangong Jingnu was about to get angry but saw that the person who came in was Qi Yan, and put down the teacup in her hand: "It's you."
"Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu sighed softly, "Has Chuntao gone?"
"Chuntao she..."
"Did it make trouble again? Let her go! This time, Ben Gong will send her away!"
"Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu seemed to notice something and stood up: "What happened?"
"Chuntao... she committed suicide."
On the way here, Qi Yan thought that she would not be able to face Nangong Jingnu, and she would not dare to look into her eyes, and even revealed her guilty conscience.
But the fact is: she calmly reported the news of Chuntao's death, and looked at Nangong Jingnu calmly, not even changing her expression.
Was the previous "shaking" just an illusion
It turned out that his conscience had long since been blackened, and he was as impenetrable as a stone.
…
According to the customs and rules of the Wei Kingdom, children from a family like Chuntao who do not even have a surname, and such an unclear method of death, cannot be mortuary.
Not only that, but her hair was spread out to cover her face, and her mouth was stuffed with rice bran. The purpose is to prevent Diao Nu, who has polluted the master's feng shui, from going to the King of Hell to speak ill of the master's family.
Even the main family, who is kind-hearted the most, is rewarded with a straw mat, and it is enough to order people to throw them at the mass grave when it is dark.
Nangong Jingnv not only prepared a coffin for Chuntao, but also ordered people to change her shroud and prepare simple funeral objects.
This unreasonable "favor", but no one has spoken out against it. Everyone is carrying out Nangong Jingnu's orders.
The only person in the mansion who dared to "disobey" Nangong Jingnu is no longer there.