The reborn sycophant

For Wei Chuyan, death is a somewhat lengthy process.

Just like the withering of summer flowers, at first, the flowers may just wilt, and then they will shrink, and the shrinking will continue. As far as flowers are concerned, their vitality is gradually lost in this process.

Wei Chuyan killed herself by biting her tongue. This process should have been a bit long, but before that, days of severe torture had left her body covered with scars. Blood flowed from these deep or shallow wounds. It wasn't much worse, and in the end, she bit off her own tongue and made up the last knife.

It can be regarded as a quick death, not torture.

Although it was suicide, she didn't have any resentment. The Wei family rebelled against the deposed prince. Now His Majesty, Zhao Ji, who was only twenty years old, put down the rebellion. The Wei family was just one of many families that disappeared in this civil war. Wei Chuyan didn't hate that emperor, but she couldn't forgive herself for living alone.

Another point, in fact, many people have begun to doubt the relationship between her and Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji wanted to let her know, but unfortunately, from the moment she took the initiative to let Dali Temple take her away, her life was not in Zhao Ji's hands. It's in Ji's hands.

Most of it is in her own hands, and the other half is actually tied to the court.

She chose to commit suicide, in addition to the shock of the destruction of the Wei family, she also had considerations for Zhao Ji.

She is the daughter of a traitor, and she is also the initiator of the decree to cut down the vassal. Without her, it would be much easier for the emperor to do whatever he wanted.

It's just... I still really want to scold her.

Zhao Ji, you bastard...

The passage of life does not wait for anyone, and the words of cursing are just spinning in the heart, and the taste of rust is already overflowing in the throat. The moment before the consciousness disappeared, Wei Chuyan seemed to hear a rush of footsteps, somewhat like Zhao Silent, but Zhao Ji has never walked such a hasty pace... probably an illusion.

Yes, how could the emperor enter this filthy prison?

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she didn't know whether it was a smile or a mockery, and then, a sense of fatigue pressed hard on her, she closed her eyes, and let the darkness engulf herself.

Darkness is death.

But the light came again.

I don't know what kind of feeling it is, like the soul floats out of the body, is strongly sucked away by something, and then is pressed into something again, being pressed by the pressure from everywhere. Squeezing, she wanted to escape, but she couldn't escape, and after struggling for a while, she got used to it miraculously, and no longer felt uncomfortable.

Then... her eyes could open and she could see the light.

It was a large beam of brilliant sunlight flying in obliquely through the half-open door, fine dust floating in the golden light, floating up and down again, and so on.At this time, the door was blown open by the wind, and the sunlight moved accordingly. The small tail of the light beam hit Wei Chuyan's eyes. She had been locked in the dungeon where she couldn't see her fingers for a long time. She hadn't seen such a light for a long time. So she subconsciously turned her head to dodge, and her eyes scanned the surroundings. Until then, she had the impression that she was in a room.

This is a slightly small wooden house. She is sitting on the bed in the house. There is a weather-beaten wooden table by the window. Small wooden figurines cut with a knife, a few beautifully embroidered head flowers... and so on.In addition, there are a few pieces of yellowish paper, an inkstone, a brush washer, and a shelf on which many brushes are hung. The brush wash, brushes, and paper all have traces of use.This wooden table is probably the largest decoration in the house other than the bed. Besides the table and chairs, there is also a wooden horse with a broken leg, which is nesting alone in the corner, and a small rattan box. , looking old, leaning against the bed.