Chapter 264 How Long Do You Remember
Wen Zhiheng wrung out the handkerchief and wiped her face.
"Eleven, I know you will blame yourself for harming Pei Luoshu, but have you ever thought that your choice is right, and it is human greed and desire that are wrong. It is these that harm you, and it has nothing to do with your choice of a better future."
"Have you ever heard of this saying? The length of a person's existence in this world is not determined by lifespan, but by memory. The longer a person remembers another person, the longer he can live in this world. Eleven, if you also leave this world, there will be no one left who remembers Pei Luoshu. Then he will really disappear from this world, and there will be no trace of him anymore. Are you willing to accept this?"
"Wake up quickly and avenge him. Don't let him die in vain."
"I also hope that you live well."
Chen Shiyi finally saw the beam of light. It was orange, soft and warm. No wonder she was so yearning for it.
Such a familiar light...
It seemed like she hadn't seen light for a long time. She blinked for a long time before she saw the light. There was a small bamboo lamp on it. It was the small bamboo lamp she had always placed on the bedside. It was a gift from Pei Xiucai...
It’s just that this one is very new, the others are exactly the same as before.
Her eyes couldn't help but blur.
"Eleven, are you awake?"
Wen Zhirou came closer, her eyes as red as a rabbit's.
She hurried out and shouted loudly.
"Doctor Chu."
Then, a man with white hair and a youthful face came into the room.
Doctor Chu took the patient's pulse and was silent for a moment.
"She's much better now. She hasn't eaten for a long time. Give her some rice oil to moisten her appetite."
Wen Zhirou responded quickly.
"well…"
After Doctor Chu walked out, Wen Zhirou tucked the quilt for Chen Shiyi.
"You idiot, you scared us to death."
Chen Shiyi blinked.
"You've been in a coma for nearly half a month..."
Chen Shiyi was stunned. It had been half a month. Pei Luoshu...
"Don't worry, my brother buried him."
There was another burst of hurried footsteps outside the door, and Wen Zhiheng rushed in. The moment he saw Chen Shiyi open his eyes, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and then they became calm again.
He walked to Chen Shiyi's bed, and Wen Zhirou gave up her seat to him.
Wen Zhiheng said after a moment of silence.
"Madam Pei, Pei Luoshu was poisoned to death by someone who was a close confidant of the current emperor. If you want revenge, get well soon. Also, if you can move around, don't go out. The emperor has been searching for you recently."
Chen Shiyi's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, motionless.
Wen Zhiheng glanced at her and turned away.
The next day, Chen Shiyi felt much better, and Wen Zhirou helped her sit up.
"Are you still dizzy now?"
Chen Shiyi's throat was extremely dry and he just nodded in response.
"You can only drink some rice soup now, otherwise I'll give you some more blood-replenishing food."
Wen Zhirou said again.
"Eleven, you only remember the people you care about. How could you forget those who care about you? Your friends would cry to death when they see you like this. Cui Yongan, he can't believe why you chose to commit suicide. We dare not tell Mo Xunyan now, for fear of disturbing her fetus. And, my brother, I don't know how desperate he was when he held you covered in blood..."
"Eleven, don't let time change your original intention, okay?"
In the evening, Cui Yongan and Wen Zhiheng also came.
He felt very sad when he saw Chen Shiyi's appearance.
"Live well, there is still a long time to live..."
Chen Shiyi leaned against the head of the bed in silence.
Seeing this, Cui Yongan didn't dare to say anything more. He shook his head and walked out.
Wen Zhiheng took over the conversation from behind.
"Madam Pei, the person who gave Pei Luoshu the poison was named Xiao Changzheng. He was ordered to go to the Imperial City Department the night before you went to pick him up. He was also the one who put the shackles on Pei Luoshu and opened his collarbone."
After saying that, he shook his sleeves and turned to leave.
This was the case every day thereafter. Wen Zhiheng would come over to talk about what was happening in the court and inform Chen Shiyi of the progress of the plan.
"The Lord is still searching for your whereabouts."
"He is a more powerful figure than his father, the Emperor, and the Ninth Prince. He will do anything to achieve his goals, but he has one shortcoming, which is that he holds too much power in his own hands. If an emperor does not know how to delegate power, then he has already begun to be hostile to all officials."
"His queen is from the Wang family, a noble family that supported the old prince. The Wang family's direct lineage has few descendants, but they have relied on their family's status to gain a foothold, and their inner selves are already corrupt."
"He is an excellent emperor. He is getting better and better at handling matters in the court. He is able to put honor and disgrace aside, know when to advance and retreat, be gentle and humble, and yet have strong means. It may not be easy to kill him..."
As time goes by, the days pass by like flowing water, silently for a long time.
Chen Shiyi's health has gradually recovered. He would occasionally go for a walk in the yard. He was usually very silent.
She was sweeping up the fallen sycamore leaves in the yard, the broom waving as the leaves made a rustling sound.
Behind him, Wen Zhiheng spoke softly.
"Now that you are well again, do you want to go and see where Pei Luoshu is buried?"
Chen Shiyi stopped what he was doing and nodded.
The moon was high above the branches, and it was late at night. She sat in the carriage and went through many twists and turns, around many alleys, and walked a long way before she stopped.
She got off the carriage and looked around, everything seemed very familiar.
Wen Zhiheng said softly.
"This is the plum garden you bought before. I took it down when they were counting your belongings."
The plum blossoms have not yet bloomed, and the garden is filled with dead branches and fallen leaves, making it look extremely bleak.
A small grave without even a tombstone.
"It would be better if you came in person to write the epitaph."
Chen Shiyi squatted here and watched for a long time.
"Is he really in there?"
"Well, I told Qingsong to find him a good coffin so he wouldn't be wronged."
Chen Shiyi nodded.
"It's great for him to sleep here. Plum Garden was once the house of his father and mother, and he won't be lonely."
She stayed here for a while, then turned and left after a moment.
"Are you leaving now? It's a rare opportunity to come here, and you may not have the chance again in the future."
"He can't see me, and I can't see him. Seeing him would only add to my sadness."
Wen Zhiheng had no choice but to give up.
"Let's go."
On the way back, Wen Zhiheng looked at the depressed Chen Shiyi and felt very uncomfortable.
"You should be more open-minded. The dead cannot be resurrected."
"Yes, I know."
Chen Shiyi opened the window, moved a chair to lean against the bed, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and suddenly remembered something. She went to the pear wood desk next to her, opened the lampshade, lit the candle, and covered the lampshade again. The dim light shone on the table. She dipped the pen in ink and picked up the pen to write.
There was a knock at the door.
Chen Shiyi walked over and opened the door, and Wen Zhiheng stood under the moonlight.
He walked over and handed Chen Shiyi a fan.
Chen Shiyi took it, confused.
"When I was in Fangling, I was young and ignorant, and I burned your fan. I made you a new one that is exactly the same. The pattern and bamboo pieces on it are almost the same as the one Pei Luoshu gave you before."
"I just hope that you will remember the past when you see the things, and stop doing stupid things."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Chen Shiyi held the fan in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time.
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