Chapter 135
When I woke up again, he was still sleeping.
She rested her head on his chest and looked at him quietly.
In the past, he never slept next to her. Sometimes she could see bloodshot in his eyes, but he would still stay awake after that. He was such a frightened bird that even if he said he slept with his eyes open, she would really believe it.
Her fingers gently stroked his eyebrows, nose bridge, and lips. Every time she was afraid of waking him up, but as long as he fell asleep so peacefully in front of her, she couldn't help but do it.
It's said that Fu**'s home was heavily guarded, with several squads of guards, yet he slept alone. He was the cook, who had been with him for over a decade, so he wasn't on guard, and no one raised any suspicion when they helped him back to his room. The next day, they found him beheaded with an axe, and the cook had already fled. It's said that he had been promised a large sum of money in advance, and that he had been paid when he arrived.
Wang Jiazhi recalled some common plots in unofficial histories and novels, where a woman endured humiliation like an assassin, then waited until the victim fell asleep and smothered him with a pillow, or secretly took away the military token key.
She found it illogical; a man so strong, how could he just sit there and suffocate? If the female assassin was stronger than the man, why not just strike out right away? Why wait until she loses her virginity before striking? Perhaps the author felt that doing so would drain her energy, making the killing easier, but also expending more energy on the woman.
Just like she is now, she wants to suffocate him with a pillow. If he finds out, she will definitely not be able to beat him.
Back then, she'd been daydreaming about how to kill him, since she could carry heavy water and do heavy work at her aunt's house. At first, she'd truly fantasized about beating him, killing him without a gun. But that soon became unrealistic. After that, she had no strength left. It would have been better if he'd just left. He'd quickly fallen asleep by her side, and when he woke, he'd be limp and exhausted. He was often just a bit brave.
Some people also said that the blood-pointing techniques described in martial arts novels really existed, and that applying force to a specific acupoint could immobilize a person, and some acupoints could even kill people. However, she felt that it would be too late for her to learn it now, and even if she could, she probably wouldn't have enough strength.
But right now, it shouldn't be that difficult for her to just get up, go to the kitchen, grab a knife, and kill him. It's simple and brutal, no need for all the twists and turns. I suppose the same thing happened with Fu**; it wasn't as treacherous and turbulent as the tabloids portrayed it to be. Many things, both ancient and modern, are probably like this: simple things are made to sound complicated, and complicated things are made to seem simple.
She nestled in his arms, too lazy to get up. It was already dark, and she decided to cook. After a while, she finally struggled to get up.
She quietly put on her clothes and went out to cook porridge. When she came back, he had already cleaned up.
"Want to eat?"
"Where have you been?"
"I'm going to make lotus seed porridge."
"oh."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just woke up and you weren't here, so I felt a little empty."
She sat down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, and said, "Do you feel the same way? Every time I wake up, you're gone. I feel empty inside. It's like a dream, and I'm alone all the time."
"Yeah?"
"Um."
But she quickly said, "Not anymore. I know you'll come back eventually. It won't be like before when I couldn't catch you."
In fact, it was the same now, but she didn't want him to feel burdened. She also thought that maybe she was just being sentimental and he didn't care that much, but she was still afraid.
While eating, she asked, "Is the lotus seed porridge delicious? I made it."
"good."
He noticed a calico cat at his feet and asked, "Where are you from?"
"Xiaolan brought it back. The weather was too cold and one of its paws was injured. It's not as affectionate as Xiaolan, but it's still very obedient." It meowed and walked with a limp.
Then she added, "Do you know? The day after it arrived, there was another gray magpie on the balcony. It was frozen stiff and I thought it was dead. But when it warmed up, it came back to life."
She placed the cat and magpie she had taken in in her study to recover. Each one had its own cardboard box, padded with cushions. Surprisingly, the cat didn't harm the magpie, and they lived in harmony.
"I've only been gone for three days, and there are so many more things at home, and the flowers are blooming all of a sudden."
"When I was little, I looked forward to the daffodils and plum blossoms blooming. Every year at that time, my mother would take me to stay at my grandmother's house for a few days. Every time, there were no buds when we left, but when we came back after just three or five days, they would all be in bloom. My mother said that this was great, because it gave me something to look forward to, because I knew good things would be waiting for me when I returned."
"Okay~" He took one of her little hands.
She couldn't eat anything either, so she just leaned her head on his shoulder. From time to time, she would pick up some food for him, not caring whether he liked it or not. He didn't resist and ate it all.
The first time I saw her like this, my mother was scared to death.
These people were the same as those from the Yi family, fellow townsmen and spies, old men who knew him very well.
In their eyes, her actions were simply risking her life.
Since he was willing to do this, they had to look at Wang Jiazhi differently and be more careful with her at all times.
After dinner, he sat on the bed and read "Chu Ci". He looked for women to relieve stress, and reading was a way to escape from the world.
After a great stimulation, he likes to read "Chu Ci" to temporarily escape reality and immerse himself in the world of ancient ancestors. He will never read newspapers or magazines at this time, as he does not want to know about current affairs for the time being.
Three years ago, Wang Jiazhi must have been terrified to see him like this. But things are different now.
When there is hope, we always plan for a long-lasting relationship. When there is no hope at all, we just live for today and enjoy life for today, being happy for a while and escaping for a while.
If it’s not like this, what else can we do?
Back then, she read history books about Emperor Yang of Sui's final retreat to Jiangdu. The once rebellious and high-spirited man finally lived in terror, needing palace maids to hum songs like children to lull him to sleep every night. He giggled foolishly at fireflies at night, gazing at the palace with fear that it wasn't enough. Everything was eerily calm, the eve of doom.
Ministers openly debated whether to rebel or flee. Several palace maids successively told Empress Xiao about this, but she simply ignored them. Since nothing could be changed, playing dumb would be easier. Why did she have to understand?
During the Jiangdu Rebellion, a rebellious official hacked to death his eleven-year-old son in front of Emperor Yang of Sui. When forced to ride a horse to reward the troops, he refused, claiming the saddle was too worn. In the end, he suppressed his fear and grief and forced himself to act tough.
Emperor Yang of Sui knew he would not be spared, so he asked the beauty to hide poison on her body so that she could use it when she needed to commit suicide.
He said that the emperor had his own way of dying and could not be killed by a knife.
But by that time the beauty was not around, and he still couldn't get the poison, so he was hanged to death by the traitor.
At that time, she thought that although he did not die as she wished, he should be at peace and finally free.
He labored tirelessly to secure the throne, aspiring to rival the Qin Emperor and Han Emperor Wu. To achieve this ambition, he toiled tirelessly, enduring hardships and peril. Ultimately, he was deserted by his friends and family, and met his end at the hands of his most favored minister. Throughout his life, reality constantly veered away from his ideals, even his final wish to die by drinking poison was thwarted.
The world erased his great ambitions and achievements; erased his sins in the present and his contributions to future generations; erased his diligence and vigilance, and slandered him as a "Yang" who was licentious, immoral, and killed his father and brother.
Because Empress Xiao was born in February, her parents considered her auspicious and abandoned her. Despite being a princess of a certain state, and the legitimate daughter of the Empress Dowager, she lived a life of poverty with her uncle's family from a young age. When the Sui and Liang dynasties sought a marriage, the horoscopes of the princesses were incompatible. Her father, reluctant to lose this high-ranking marriage, remembered his daughter.
When she came to the Sui Dynasty, she must have been filled with joy at being reborn and full of infinite longing.
Her parents-in-law like her very much. Her husband is handsome, intelligent, and ambitious. What's more rare is that her husband dotes on her and loves her very much.
She helped her husband win the throne and became the mother of a country. She served as queen for 14 years and watched her husband go from high spirits to fear.
How must she have felt when she and the palace maids used door panels to make coffins after her husband and children were killed by the rebel army? Is it as if she has returned to thirty years ago, floating like a duckweed, abandoned by everyone?
After another 30 years of wandering, he returned to Chang'an from the Turks at the age of 70. He died at the age of 81 and was buried with Emperor Yang of Sui.
People did not mention her loneliness and pity, her intelligence and virtue, or her tragic fate. Instead, they fabricated her into a seductive and wanton queen.
At the time, Wang Jiazhi didn't believe in fortune-telling, but when she read that they could be buried together, she began to believe it. No one else could be compatible, only hers. Even emperors and empresses of prosperous times, no matter how loving they were, weren't necessarily buried together after death. They had endured the ravages of their country, their families, their uprooted lives, and thirty years of life and death, yet they were buried together. It truly was a predestined marriage, a marriage like the Jade Blue Field.
Wang Jiazhi, too, had temporarily retreated into history books for a while. Seeing his silhouette reading, she suddenly realized that someone of his stature and status must also leave his name in history. Thinking of this, she screamed inwardly.
He looked up at her frightened and sad expression, pulled her into his arms and asked, "What's wrong?"
She choked up and tried to say what was in her heart, but she still said nothing.
She shook her head.
It's useless. Why do you have to be like this? Live one day at a time.
She rested her head on his legs while he stroked her back. Her mood gradually calmed down, though she was still terribly upset. After all, nothing could be changed, and it was too late.
They went to bed early at night, but no one fell asleep after lying in bed for a long time.
He stuck to her, and she said in surprise: "Isn't it during the day..."
She also hugged him tightly, and did it even more passionately than during the day.
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