Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

What a heart of stone

Qi Yan came to the study alone, and let out a sigh of relief.

But for some reason, she faintly felt a little uneasy. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't find the reason...

Qiu Ju ordered 200 taels of silver and found a box to wrap it up. Then she took out part of her personal money and put it in her purse, holding them together in her arms and walking towards Chuntao's room.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"Chuntao? Are you in there?"

"……come in."

Qiuju entered the room and saw Chuntao sitting by the bed wiping tears.The tears she finally stopped bursting again, she put the box on the table and sat down beside the bed: "The box contains 200 taels of silver and your body deed..."

The sobbing stopped abruptly, Chuntao stared straight at Qiuju: "What did you say?"

Qiu Ju wiped away her tears: "Your Highness, with grace, let you go free, and even gave you a settling-home package. For slaves like us who have children at home, this is already a grace that we can't even dream of."

Chun Tao was still staring at Qiu Ju, her red and swollen almond eyes could not see joy or sorrow: "You said His Highness sent me away?"

Qiu Ju took Chun Tao's hand, hesitated for a long time and said softly: "It's not a blessing if you lose your horse. It's better to get out of your temper, so as not to cause big trouble in the future. When you arrive, bring a message and let me know that you are safe."

Chuntao murmured: "I've never done anything like chewing on the inside out. If I did, I'd have a big boil. It's rotten from the inside out!"

Qiu Ju hurriedly covered Chun Tao's mouth, with tears streaming down her cheeks, and said sadly: "Your Highness has grown up now, and he is already a highness who can take care of himself after a big marriage. I have told you before, you can't use the old ways. Go treat Your Highness. She is our master, we respect her, love her, it's all good! But we can't control her anymore, you just ignore her. Do you think..." Qiu Ju didn't finish speaking, but Chun Tao had a rare epiphany.

She smiled wryly: It turns out that His Highness is annoying herself.

Yes, she is grown up now.

With prestige, she is no longer the little milk dumpling carved with jade in the past, who has to be fed by herself...

Chuntao smiled, and tears fell down her face, it turned out that she had lost her identity.

But myself, I always feel that His Highness is still young.

Worrying about her getting hurt, worrying about her getting sick, and nagging her for so many years, it finally became annoying.

"Sister Qiuju."

"I am here."

"I want to be by myself for a while."

"Okay, I'll find you a long-distance carriage..."

"Thank you."

Chuntao came to the table, opened the money bag, poured the broken silver and several jewelry on the table, and opened the box: the silver ingots inside were neatly stacked, and a piece of yellowed paper was placed on it.

On the paper, I wrote my own birth date, money from the previous dynasty, and my own small handprint...

As long as you go to the government with this identity deed, you can cancel your slave status, and you will be a person with status in the future.

Chuntao laughed, and tore to pieces the documents that countless slaves dreamed of...

Qiu Ju called a spacious carriage, and the driver was also an honest man who had registered with the government and specialized in long-distance travel.

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. After working for more than an hour, she finally managed it.

Qiu Ju wanted to ask Nangong Jingnv one last time to see if her master had changed her mind, but she turned back when she reached the main hall entrance.

Chuntao's temperament is no longer suitable for staying in the princess mansion, although the three of them have grown up together.But the master is the master, how could he allow a slave to be above him?Pointing fingers at your own affairs?

Chuntao's departure from the mansion was not caused by this incident. If this was the case, I should have been dismissed together with Chuntao...

In the final analysis, His Highness was tired of Chuntao in his heart, and it was the best ending for Chuntao while His Highness was still thinking about the old friendship.

Having figured this out, Qiu Ju wiped away her tears and walked towards Chuntao's yard.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"Chuntao, the carriage is ready, it's time..."

There was no answer from inside, so Qiu Ju called a few more times and raised her hand to push the door, only to find that the door was locked from the inside.

"Chuntao, don't lose your temper. Open the door quickly..."

Helpless, Qiu Ju had no choice but to find Ding's family and knock open the door of the room.

A heart-piercing wailing went all the way to the side courtyard.

Qi Yan was practicing calligraphy in front of the desk, and with a "click", a drop of ink detached from the pen tip and fell onto the rice paper, landing on the "loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith" just written.

The word "loyalty" was soaked in ink and lost its shape.

Qi Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she belatedly understood: where did her uneasiness come from.

She dropped the brush and rushed out of the study, and ran to Chuntao's room.

Qiu Ju couldn't bear the blow and passed out, and the servant hurriedly carried her to the yard.

The door of Chuntao's room was wide open, and several servants stood guard at the door, looking terrified and at a loss.

"What happened?"

The servant knelt in front of Qi Yan: "Go back to the son-in-law, Chuntao has hanged herself."

Qi Yan swayed and walked towards the door.

Chuntao hanged herself with the khaki belt around her waist, hanging from the main beam facing the door.

Qi Yan stood at the door, and what caught her eyes was a pair of worn-out embroidered shoes, with the toes facing the ground, and her ankles were limp.

White silver and scraps of paper were scattered on the ground, Qi Yan grabbed the door frame and slowly raised his head.

Chun Tao's skin is purple in sauce, her tongue sticks out, her eyes are bulging, and she is staring at Qi Yan.

Qi Yan grabbed the door frame, feeling suffocated.

Chuntao died and hanged herself.

At the last moment of leaving the house, he rejected Nangong Jingnv's "grace" in this way, and used his own life to cry for grievances, which also proved his loyalty.

Qi Yan withdrew her gaze, her fingers gripping the door frame ached and became cold.

At this moment, she finally understood: when she chose to embark on this road of revenge, she was destined to walk through the blood and corpses of countless people.

Before killing her enemies, she needs to kill countless 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.

Just like this: she never wanted to kill Chuntao.She just wanted her and Qiu Ju to leave Nangong Jingnv. She believed that Nangong Jingnv's generous and kind nature would give them a good home.

She has done all the tricks, 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 everything was sure, but she never thought that Chuntao was not just a pawn, but also a person with flesh and blood and feelings.

She didn't kill Chuntao with her own hands, but forced him to death with what she thought was a clever trick.

Chuntao's embroidered shoes were stained with dirt, and at the last moment before her death, she was still working tirelessly for the princess mansion.

Qi Yan stared at the Pteris embroidered on the shoes in a daze: "Revenge" has never been two flimsy words.

This is a crime and injustice written with blood and life, created with piles of corpses.

"Find two people to put Chuntao down and carry Qiuju down to rest. I will report to His Highness myself."

"Yes."

Four or five servants resisted the fear in their hearts and entered Chuntao's room, prayed silently in their hearts, and hugged Chuntao's body with their eyes closed.

Chuntao's body was put on the ground, and Qi Yan entered the room through the threshold.

A servant was trembling to "close his eyes" for Chuntao, but Qi Yan stopped him: "Let me do it."

"My son-in-law, it's better to let the servant do this kind of unlucky thing..."

Qi Yan pushed aside her servants and squatted beside Chuntao, pushed her mouth open and sent her tongue back, then pressed her eyes, and rubbed her eyelids a few times, Chuntao was able to "close her eyes".

Chuntao's body is still not completely cooled, and the tentacles are still warm.

If it wasn't for the sauce-purple skin, she would have thought she was just asleep.

Closing her eyes, Chuntao squeezed out the last few tears from her sockets.The servants all cried out in surprise and backed away, fearing that Chuntao would cheat her corpse.

Only Qi Yan was still squatting beside Chuntao, took out a white silk handkerchief from her sleeve and shook it off, covering Chuntao's remains.

After finishing all this, Qi Yan left Chuntao's room silently.

She knew that there was no turning 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 by himself and kill Nangong Jingnv.

Or if it is delayed until the day when the Dongchuang incident occurs, I will be doomed.

There is no turning back.

No, it should be said: From the moment Qiyan Agula became an orphan of subjugation, it was doomed that there would be no turning back.

Qi Yan washed her hands and came to the main hall, the maid at the door gave a deep blessing: "See the son-in-law."

For the first time, Qi Yan pushed open the door of the main hall without prior notice.

Nangong Jingnv was about to lose her temper when she saw that the person who came in was Qi Yan, she put down the teacup in her hand: "It's you."

"Your Highness."

Nangong Jingnu sighed softly: "Has Chuntao left?"

"Chuntao, she..."

"Is it trouble again? Let her go! I will definitely send her away this time!"

"Your Highness."

Nangong Jingnv seemed to have noticed something, and stood up: "What happened?"

"Chuntao... committed suicide."

On the way here, Qi Yan thought that he would not be able to face Nangong Jingnv, he would not dare to look her in the eyes, and would even show his guilty conscience.

But the fact is: she calmly reported the news of Chuntao's death, and looked at Nangong Jingnv calmly, without even changing her expression.

Is the previous "wavering" just an illusion?

It turned out that my conscience had long been blackened, and I was as invulnerable as a stone.

……

According to the customs and rules of the Wei state, a family-born child like Chuntao who doesn't even have a surname, and who died in such an unclear way, cannot be mortuary.

Not only that, but she also spread her hair to cover her face, and stuffed her mouth with rice bran.The purpose is to prevent the slaves who have polluted the feng shui of the master's family from going to the King of Hades to speak ill of the master's family.

Even if the master's kindness is at best, he will reward a straw mat and order people to be thrown into a mass grave when it gets dark.

Nangong Jingnv not only prepared a coffin for Chuntao, but also ordered people to change her shroud and prepare simple funerary objects. The coffin was parked in Chuntao's yard and ordered people in the mansion to express their condolences.

No one objected to this unreasonable "grace".Everyone is carrying out Nangong Jingnv's order.

The only person in the mansion who dared to "disobey" Nangong Jingnv was gone.