Snowflakes drifted outside the window, and the cold wind attacked the window like a terrifying ghost. The howling sound made one's eardrums ache. On the cold, damp ground, there was a piece of clothing stained with blood.
Shen Pingjin felt the blood on her hand flowing out of her body.
Memories flashed through her mind, and all she felt now was hatred; all that love and warmth had long since vanished.
Suddenly, lightning streaked across the clouds outside the window, casting streaks of light on her profile.
Shen Pingjinsheng is a beautiful and talented woman in the capital, but now there is a large scar on her fair and smooth left cheek.
It completely destroyed that flawless beauty.
Her face was ashen, her eyes vacant. No one knew that she had been imprisoned in this dark and sunless underground for a year and a half.
But the next moment, her expression suddenly twisted, as if she had seen something terrible.
The man before her had a handsome face and was dressed in luxurious clothes. He held a small peacock-patterned jade fan in his hand and looked at the beautiful woman beside him with a gentle smile.
Su Xuanmao carefully held Shen Ruixue's hand, looking at her as if she were a rare treasure.
Seeing the woman on the ground, her wrists already severed, struggling desperately, Su Xuanmao's expression changed. He picked up a dagger and plunged it into the woman's abdomen. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.
An immense pain instantly swept through her entire body. In the few minutes that remained of consciousness, Shen Pingjin only heard the two despicable people say such things.
"Ruixue, she's about to die. Tell me, should we kill all her biological brothers and sisters to make you happy?"
Shen Ruixue smiled coldly, "Brother Xuan, no need. As Sister Jin's half-sister, how could I not know how to make her hate me the most?"
"If you ask me, you should just exile her whole family to the frontier, then have them executed by slow slicing one by one on the way, and then throw their limbs into a mass grave to feed the dogs..."
"Since this is the way Ruixue prefers to handle things, then I will listen to Ruixue."
...
The resentment was like a sudden eruption of volcanic lava. Shen Pingjin felt a deep hatred, but she knew that because of her stupidity, she and her family would die together in this capital city.
Feeling her soul rise from her body, Shen Pingjin looked at her body, which had been tortured beyond recognition, with some curiosity.
So this is what death is like?
Shen Pingjin thought, since I'm already dead, can't I just go and act all high and mighty in front of that despicable couple?
But for some reason, things didn't seem to go as Shen Pingjin had hoped.
Just as Shen Pingjin was about to stand before Shen Ruixue and Su Xuanmao, the scene before her suddenly changed.
Shen Pingjin stared blankly at her entire family, all lined up neatly on the execution ground. A burly man held a machete and a wine jug, his eyes fiercely fixed on everyone present.
She stood right in front of the big man, but he seemed not to see her and walked straight through her body.
Shen Pingjin looked in the direction the big man had walked and saw a boy kneeling on the ground, his body bound hand and foot.
In an instant, the wine in the big man's mouth sprayed out, and the broadsword came whistling through the air. In a moment, blood splattered everywhere.
The boy's head rolled straight down in front of her, and Shen Pingjin stared blankly as she clearly saw the boy's face...
This is……
"Brother Nian, Brother Nian..."
Shen Pingjin couldn't believe it. How could Nian Ge'er, who was laughing and playing with her like a rattle drum just a few years ago, have his head chopped off?
But the next moment, several familiar faces appeared before my eyes, one after another...
"How could this be, how could this be..."
Shen Pingjin reached out to grab the burly man's cleaver, but in the end, she found herself powerless no matter what she did.
She turned around and suddenly saw Shen Ruixue and Su Xuanmao walking towards her, their eyes filled with contempt and mockery, and a sense of satisfaction.
"Brother Xuan, that bitch's family is finally all dead."
Su Xuanmao held Shen Ruixue in his arms, his eyes full of doting affection. "Ruixue, you made a good decision this time."
Shen Ruixue said smugly, "Brother Xuan, it's all thanks to you using that bitch Shen Pingjin to get her brother, who's far away on the frontier, back to the capital. Otherwise, the Tiger Tally wouldn't have been so easy to retrieve."
Upon hearing the words "Tiger Tally," Shen Pingjin's body trembled.
Tears streamed from his eyes and fell to the ground, mingling with the scalding blood, telling of the hatred in his heart.
But before she could do anything drastic, the scene changed again.
Snowflakes fluttered before her eyes, everything was white, and she was surrounded by withered trees. Chen Pingjin didn't feel cold, but her eyes clearly saw what seemed to be a man not far away.
Shen Pingjin wiped away the tears on her cheeks and stepped forward.
She saw that the man appeared to be kneeling in front of a tombstone.
He held a sword in his hand, the blade embedded in the ground. Shen Pingjin was puzzled. Why did the sword in the man's hand look so much like the one she had given away when she was alive?
When she saw the man's face, Shen Pingjin was even more shocked. My God, isn't this the war god that Su Xuanmao hates the most, the former regent of the current dynasty, Yan Jue?
Shen Pingjin suddenly felt that many things she didn't know had happened before she died.
She saw a man sitting on the ground not far away, his eyes sharp and resolute. Shen Pingjin saw that Yan Jue was holding a dagger and cutting straight at his own hair.
The man in the gaze placed the cut hair in his palm, then took out a mandarin duck pouch from his chest. The man's hands were long and fair, and it seemed that he had taken a strand of long hair from the pouch.
When Shen Pingjin saw the purse, she was puzzled. Why did the purse in the Regent's hand look so much like the one she carried with her when she married Su Xuanmao in her previous life?
She remembered the joy she felt when she embroidered the sachet, and even more clearly, she remembered putting her long hair into the sachet, symbolizing that she and Su Xuanmao were deeply in love.
But why is this purse in Yan Jue's hands?
Shen Pingjin watched as Yan Jue took the hair out of his purse, placed it in his hand, and then tied the two tangled strands of hair together.
The man's voice was very pleasant to hear; Shen Pingjin heard that Yan Jue seemed to be reciting a poem.
"We became husband and wife, and our love will never waver."
Joy fills this evening, a time of tender beauty and perfect timing.
In that instant, Chen Pingjin could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.
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