The emperor only gave poisoned wine, but did not say that he could not drink it after a while.

Wen Shutang had never offended Wang Degui in the palace before and treated him very politely.

Wang Degui bowed slightly: "Please."

Wen Shutang took out two jars of chess pieces from the box.

After entering the palace, she had someone make an ancient chess set, but she never touched it.

Treasured in a box, just like the former Wen Shutang, is well preserved.

now……

She seemed to have returned to the past.

Wen Shutang sat in front of the windowsill and played a game of chess by herself.

Memories of the past flashed before my eyes.

At that time, the eldest sister had not yet entered the palace, the new emperor ascended the throne, and my father was highly valued by the emperor, and the Wen family was thriving.

My father was always busy with government affairs and had no time to take care of them, but he always responded to their requests.

Her cousin often secretly brought some small things into the house and told her about the sunset in the north and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which were fascinating.

The eldest sister used her mediocre chess skills to play against her, but she despised her as a bad chess player, so the two sisters started quarreling.

Then, as time went by, everyone became unrecognizable, including herself.

Wen Shutang didn't know where everything went wrong.

But there are many things in life that have no answers.

Wen Shutang remembered that before entering the palace, what she wanted most was to see the outside world that her cousin had talked about.

But she was trapped in the rear palace all her life and could not leave the capital.

The last chess piece fell.

Wen Shutang picked up the poisoned wine beside the chessboard and drank it all.

Before she died, she could finally be herself again, happily playing a game of chess to bid herself farewell.

Wen Shutang does not look forward to the afterlife.

It is painful for the daughter of a noble family to have no control over her own life, it is painful for the disciples of the royal family to have to bear the heavy burden, and it is even more painful for the common people to live in fear of their future.

The world is full of suffering and nothing is within our control.

The world is beautiful, but living is too tiring. So, don't come back in the next life. As for those regrets that are out of reach, just regret them.

Life is rarely perfect.

In the eighth year of Yanchang, Wen Shutang died in the early winter.