The child hid behind the pillar, but the shadow of the pillar could not cover his pair of shimmering eyes. His pupils were not dark in color, but beautiful in color, with crystal drops of water in them. He stared at them quietly.
"Don't come here," his immature voice trembled slightly, but his tone was indifferent, he stepped back, refused them to reach out to touch him, and whispered: "I'll go out by myself."
He pursed his pale lips, and let go of the pillar with his white and tender hands.
The palace servants were all stunned.
The character of this young child is a little surprising. In the scene in the palace just now, ordinary children would have been so frightened that they would have cried.
The little prince was silent.
He clutched his sleeves tightly and walked out. With his delicate but pale face, all the servants who saw him couldn't help but bow their heads, and sighed in their hearts.
still so young...
In the hall, the empress turned her head calmly and watched the child approaching.
The other party raised his small head, and stared at her with clear eyes.
He looked down at the blood on the ground.
The empress looked at him for a while, then turned her head to the palace attendant and said indifferently: "Keep him. With this appearance, it should be useful in the future."
The palace servant whispered: "Yes."
The queen didn't look at him again, lifted the corner of her skirt, turned around and walked out of the hall indifferently.
Little Nan Huai stood where she was, and heard her cold voice: "As for the one who offended Xiao Er, give him a cup of poisoned wine and set it on fire."
The palace attendant was slightly stunned: "Is it set on fire?"
Generally, those who were executed according to the palace rules could be thrown into a mass grave after being killed, and the corpse would not be burned with fire.
Setting fire to one's body is an extremely serious matter. If the body is not left behind, it will be wiped out, and it will be regarded as no longer existing in this world.
The queen just hummed, "Xiao'er has been wronged this time, and you know his temper... If you don't act harshly, he won't let it go. Let's do it like this. After finishing, send someone to tell Xiao'er."
"yes."
The conversation and the sound of footsteps faded away.
Here, the two palace servants felt a little sympathetic, sighed and looked at the little prince in the cold palace, raised their hands to close the door gently, and followed the queen away.
The light in the hall dimmed.
The little child was sitting alone in the hall, with no expression on her tender cheeks, her lowered eyes quietly hooked her white soft fingers, and the pupils of her eyes were barren.
After a while, he got up and ran to the door, gently opened the door with his little hand.
No one guards the cold palace.
The Queen didn't stay behind either.
She said she was keeping him, but she didn't send anyone to take care of him, obviously meaning to let the child fend for itself.
A little bewilderment flashed in the child's light-colored and beautiful pupils, he bit his lips, and walked forward slowly.
There was a voice in the side hall, and the children walked quietly along the voice.
He stood far behind the palace gate.
The palace men came out with a large bag and discussed in low voices for a few minutes. One of them brought a torch and lit it.
The child watched from afar, and was stunned for a moment, then realized something, his face was pale, and he stared blankly at the palace servants in the distance.
The red flame touched the big bag and started to burn slowly, while the surrounding people were silent.
Slowly it burned to ashes.
The pungent smoke filled the air, and scattered dust rose up.
Lost.
The little child looked up at the sky, his light-colored eyes reflected the blue sky and the scattered dust floating in the air.
Little hands gently grasped the sleeves.
This ashes—that's what his father taught him.
The last word.
(end of this chapter)