Chapter 104 The clean chain was tied tightly around her ankles, leaving a few red marks.
The clean chain was tied tightly around her ankle, leaving a few red marks. Song Shiwei curled up in the dry and soft straw, her thin undershirt soaked with sweat. Although the shoulder pierced by the arrow had been treated, it was just a simple hemostasis and a layer of medicine to prevent her from dying so easily.
Pale yellow pus oozed out from the gaps in the bandages, spilled onto her undergarment, and had already coagulated along with the bright red blood.
She straightened her back with difficulty and leaned against the damp and cold corner. The few rays of cold light leaking from outside the cell made her face look even grayer and paler than the wall.
Broken coughs escaped from her throat, echoing in the empty cell. Every time the wound was pulled, the piercing pain climbed up along her spine to the back of her head. She just leaned against the wall tiredly, groaning a few times in silence.
Tick-tick-tick. The sound of dripping water came from deep in the dungeon, mixed with the squeaking of torture instruments and shrill screams in the distance.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I was wrong, ah ah ah ..."
"Your Majesty, I am from the Wang family of the capital! The Wang family of the capital! A noble family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, with tens of thousands of people walking around. Your Majesty, you cannot kill me! You cannot kill me!"
"Your Majesty, I was wrong, it was me who was wrong. I am willing to offer the Chen family's hundreds of years of foundation and ask Your Majesty to give the Chen family a way out."
Ahhhhh…
There were sounds of begging for mercy, insults, curses, and most of all, screams of pain.
The sharp sound of the iron whip breaking through the air seemed to explode in her ears, her skin was torn, and her bones were broken. Even though she knew those people deserved it, she couldn't help but shudder.
Flesh flew with the whip tip, and the bluish-white fascia was exposed between the broken flesh and blood, splashing on the edge of the rusty rack along the scarlet parabola drawn in the air. The bloody and brutal scene kept emerging in her mind, gradually overlapping with the scene of being tortured to death in her memory. The knife cut her body.
Her fingers, which could not stop trembling, tightly grasped the straw on the ground. She coughed heavily a few times and shrank a little towards the corner.
With a pale bitter smile on her face, she thought she had forgotten everything, but unexpectedly, it still hurt so much that she could hardly bear it.
"My Lord Prime Minister, how are you? I haven't seen you for a few days. You look so miserable. You are worse than a dog." The gold thread on the black dragon robe glowed coldly in the shadows. Wu Qining approached slowly and stepped on the iron chain on his body with the sole of his boots embroidered with dragon patterns. The Prime Minister groaned and the iron chain on the torture instrument creaked with his movements.
"The victor makes the king, the loser is the bandit. I have nothing much to say. If Your Majesty wants to kill me, then go ahead." The prime minister, who had no intact skin on his body, said weakly.
The blood-stained iron whip in his hand forcefully lifted up his bloody chin. Wu Qining narrowed his eyes, and a brilliant smile suddenly broke out on his gloomy face.
She moved closer and whispered softly in the prime minister's ear, "Don't worry, I will not let anyone in the prime minister's family go, including the descendants you secretly sent to the ancestral land. I will let them go down with you right away."
The prime minister was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud.
"That was their fate. I didn't escape it, so why should they? I was aware of this when I did this. What I am more concerned about now is how Your Majesty will deal with your good tutor."
"In my opinion, Your Majesty is deeply in love with the Grand Tutor. It's just that she doesn't appreciate Your Majesty's kindness." Seeing Wu Qining's breathing becoming heavier, the smile in the corners of the Prime Minister's eyes deepened.
"Since Your Majesty has known about our actions for a long time, you should know that we are only accomplices, and the Grand Tutor is the mastermind who wanted to kill you. She is the one who wants you dead!"
The sharp iron whip hit him directly in the face, warm blood beads flowed down his cheeks, and he laughed even louder.
"Why should a guilty minister interfere in my conduct? Prime Minister, just stay in this prison and enjoy your last moments." Wu Qining handed the whip to the jailer beside him and ordered coldly:
"Since the Prime Minister is so energetic, let's add a few more dishes every day until his dog mouth can no longer utter a single word."
Wu Qining heard a shrill scream and turned away. The candlelight in the corridor was dim like a ghost fire, making her figure look even taller.
The crisp sound of oppression echoed in the corridor. Song Shiwei raised her eyelids and looked over there. The bright yellow blood-stained dragon robe disappeared from her sight without hesitation, without stopping at all.
With a faint sigh, she fell into a deep sleep.
"Your Majesty, the king requests an audience."
"Your Majesty, the guilty minister Lin Sheng requests to see you."
"Your Majesty, the governor of Jingzhou has an urgent report."
…
Countless memorials were piled on her desk, and now there was no one who could help her deal with them.
Wu Qining refused everyone's request to see her, as she naturally knew the purpose of those people's visit.
Some ministers wanted to advise that the criminal Song Shiwei be sentenced to death, and some came to plead for her, but seeing that she ignored them all, they submitted memorials to her.
Wu Qining casually opened a book, glanced at it, and threw it on the ground with her tightly-packed mouth twitching.
After reading several of them, she couldn't bear it any longer and swept all the memorials to the ground. She lay on the desk and covered her scarlet eyes in pain.
She...what should I do with her?
Even at this point, she still couldn't bear to kill her?
So shameless.
Countless charges were placed on the family, and they were settled one by one. The well-equipped imperial guards broke into the house, confiscated the property and exterminated the family.
The blood flowed at Caishikou for three days and three nights, and all the victims were sons of noble families who were executed.
The aristocratic families that once prospered and controlled the imperial power are gone, leaving behind only their headless corpses.
The only exception was the Prime Minister's Mansion. Countless imperial guards were ordered to surround it tightly, not allowing anyone to enter or leave, not even them.
Even the ministers in the court could not understand what the emperor who now held great power was thinking.
The howls of pain in the cell became less and less frequent, and the sound was getting closer and closer to her.
Song Shiwei counted silently in her heart, as if this was the countdown of her life.
I guess it should be her turn soon.
She was afraid that she would not be able to wait until the crabapple trees in the yard bloomed again.
It felt like there was a piece of red-hot charcoal stuck in her throat, and every breath she took was as painful as sandpaper rubbing against her throat. She huddled in the straw and trembled violently, her breath breaking into intermittent muffled sounds, and she bent over with the last few coughs, her entire face flushing abnormally.
Blood foam seeped from between her fingers and dripped onto the straw along her pale palm. In the flickering candlelight, only the outline of her bony shoulder blades was reflected.
Your Majesty must deal with her quickly, otherwise, her body may not be able to hold on.
In the shadow of drooping eyelashes, the sharp eyes of the past have long since dried up, leaving only a pool of stagnant dead water.
With a slight creaking sound, the cell door that had been closed for many days finally opened, and a bright yellow figure slowly approached her.
Song Shiwei stood up with difficulty and leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavily. Her lips were cracked like a dry riverbed, and she could only make a sound like sandpaper rubbing against each other. She called out softly: Your Majesty...
Pray for peace...
Wu Qining came in formal attire, wearing a dragon robe made of black brocade and a twelve-tassel crown on his head.
After placing the two items on the table beside her, she lowered her eyes and stared at her for a long time, then half-knelt down. She said something without beginning or ending:
"Master, is there anything else you want to say to me?"
Song Shiwei tried hard to raise her eyes. Her face behind the pearly drapery was a sickly greyish-blue, and her eye sockets were sunken. The clear and brilliant phoenix eyes that used to look at her were now covered with a layer of cloudy film, with only bright red bloodshot tangled in the whites of her eyes.
She hasn't had a good rest these days.
Still a child.
Regardless of whether she had her own reasons or not, or what her status was, her rebellion was real. The emperor should have beheaded her in public to serve as an example to others.
The emperor's supreme authority has always been paved with flesh and blood. She sits high above the mountains of corpses.
However, as a tutor, she seems to have not taught this yet.
Even at this point, Song Shiwei curled her eyes and smiled.
"If I say that I am doing this for Your Majesty, will Your Majesty believe me?"
"It has come to this, how can you expect me to believe it?" The crown tassels trembled violently, making a harsh sound. Wu Qining roared at Song Shiwei.
Wu Qining's chest heaved, but soon she calmed down.
She picked up the two things she had brought from the table and placed them in front of Song Shiwei.
Song Shiwei's tired eyes paused, her breathing stagnated at that moment, and a chill climbed up her spine. She looked up at the thing in disbelief.
A dagger and a jade dildo, a jade dildo as big as a baby's arm.
"Taifu, please choose one."
"Either you stab this dagger into my body, or I will use it to stab it into your body. You will swallow it inch by inch."
The bony palm brought a strong wind and fanned towards her face. Wu Qining's face turned to the side, and five fingerprints were deeply engraved on her face, and even the bloody rusty taste was there between her teeth.
Wu Qining spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, bared his bloody teeth, and smiled at Song Shi.
"So, Master, did you choose this?"
Song Shiwei closed his eyes sadly, feeling that everything in front of him was extremely absurd.
Does she have to humiliate her in this way?
The gently swaying jade beads, the obscure eyes, the faces of the young man in front of her and the child kept intertwining in her eyes and gradually overlapped.
She was even more rebellious than that child.
The cold tip of the blade cut through the dragon robe and went straight into the shoulder blade. Wu Qining staggered back two steps, blood gushing out, and her eyelashes trembled.
The wandering soul suspended in the air seemed to have found its home in all this. Everything was settled.
She thought she could finally make up her mind to kill her.
Countless nights, she had thought about imprisoning her in the deep palace, locking her on the couch, and making her her only concubine for her pleasure.
However, she was extremely afraid of the disgust revealed in her eyes, and felt that she shouldn't be like this.
This wasn't where she belonged.
Even if she committed treason by forcing the emperor to abdicate, she should have died with dignity instead of being treated like that.
Too humiliating.
The dagger that stabbed into her shoulder was pulled out by Wu Qining as she raised the dagger.
The bright red blood drew a dazzling arc in the air and splashed on her face and her dragon robe.
After Song Shiwei spat out a mouthful of blood, he seemed unable to support his heavy body any longer. He went limp like a puppet with its strings cut and fell to the ground.
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