Chapter 90
The bitter, fishy liquid slid down my throat.
Wen Shu's blood froze instantly.
The guards who were holding her on either side released their grip, letting Wen Shu curl up in pain, her fingers gripping the damp, cool floor tiles, her ten fingers trembling weakly.
I must not die.
She cannot die yet.
Her mother and younger brother are still waiting for her; she can't die here!
She was given a second chance at life after much hardship, thanks to the mercy of all the Buddhas in the heavens.
She'll soon be able to go out and reunite with her mother and the others, and they can be together for a long, long time. How could she die here?!
With a hoarse and unbearable sore throat, Wen Shu curled up on the ground, clutching her throat with one hand, trying to vomit up the poison.
However, there was nothing that could be done to remedy the situation.
My consciousness was fragmented, and I saw a dense white light before my eyes. My pupils gradually dilated and I lost focus.
Wen Shu curled up on the cold ground, just like when she was trapped in the courtyard before her death in her previous life.
The Buddha, with eyes full of compassion, lowered his gaze, seemingly looking at her through the indistinct shadows.
"ah..."
Wen Shu's mouth was open, and an uncontrollable groan of pain escaped from her throat, but she could not see anything at this moment.
The world was plunged into darkness once more.
Despite all her efforts, she was ultimately unable to change her fate.
Fortunately, her mother and younger brother had already escaped.
Wen Shu felt a warm liquid well up in her throat, but her consciousness faded, and she lost all her senses...
"Take him out!" The old woman glanced at the person on the ground with disgust and ordered the two guards.
Outside the door, someone stood looking around furtively; it was the monk who had led Wen Shu there earlier.
Several guards dragged out two people wearing cloaks. The old woman pulled a heavy bag of silver from her sleeve and threw it at them, "Aren't you going to lead the way?!"
The monk tossed his heavy purse and chuckled, "Gentlemen, please follow me."
There is a stream behind Guangfu Temple. If you throw a body there, the water will carry it down the mountain, and the body will slowly decompose and turn into bones.
When someone finally discovers the body, even the body's own parents wouldn't recognize it.
Who can know who the murderer is?
The old woman sneered, waved her hand, and the two guards released their grip at the same time. The two, master and servant, were instantly swallowed by the churning river.
"This is what happens when you block our princess's path."
Not daring to linger at Guangfu Temple, the group immediately set off.
In the autumn, the icy river water stung her body, making her shiver. The chill seeped into her bones, and Wen Shu felt as if she were floating in the clouds, and then she felt her soul being repeatedly pulled out of her consciousness.
My nasal cavity was filled with river water; the time felt both long and short.
She only lost consciousness completely after her body was stopped.
However, at this time, dozens of kilometers away from Anyang, on Tongqing Road, dozens of porters were carrying heavy boxes onto a boat.
On the deck, the large boxes bearing official seals were neatly arranged all over the place.
On the ground aboard the ship, there were many people dressed in official robes, each with their hands on their waist knives, busy ordering them to carry boxes.
"What do you think these officials are up to this time? This alley is so heavy, what's inside?"
Two porters carrying a box whispered to each other.
The porter, dressed in coarse linen clothes, shivered violently as the autumn wind blew through the night. He raised his dark face and said, "Who knows? What does it have to do with us?"
There was no moon tonight, and several large braziers were burning on the deck of the boat, barely illuminating the path on the ground.
The porter at the front of the boat lost his footing and slipped hard on the wet water on the deck.
With a "ouch," the heavy wooden crate tilted forward and slammed against the deck of the boat, making a creaking sound.
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