Xiao Sheng stumbled into Jiang Tian's room.
Jiang Tian was lying on the couch, her face as pale as paper, yet she was smiling at him, a smile that was extremely poignant.
She only said one sentence: "What a pity, she didn't die."
Xiao Sheng staggered a few steps, approached the edge of the bed, stared intently at her, his eyes bloodshot: "Jiang Tian, do you really have to torture yourself like this... torture me?"
Jiang Tian's voice was clearly very weak, but her tone was still as firm as ever: "I didn't torture you, I just wanted to go and be with Wei Yunting... Your Majesty, could you please stop stopping me?"
Xiao Sheng gave a sorrowful smile.
None of the palace servants came in; at this moment, only the two of them were in the room.
But no one spoke again, and a deathly silence spread.
After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Sheng left without saying a word, step by step, retreating out of the room.
"Take good care of her."
Xiao Sheng gave instructions to the palace servants who were attending to her.
He had originally said that if he failed to take good care of Jiang Tian, he would make these palace servants pay with their lives.
But this time it wasn't their fault.
Jiang Tian studied medicine with the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital every day, and she seemed to be working very hard. Just as she said, she gave up death and chose life.
But she was just trying to lower people's guard.
The imperial physicians had personally examined the medicinal herbs that Jiang Tian could use, and they assured her that there was no danger to her life.
However, a mixture of multiple medicinal herbs that are harmless to the human body can also become highly toxic.
Jiang Tian collected only a little bit of the medicinal powder each day and put it in a specially made hairpin. Over time, little by little, she accumulated enough to eventually find an opening and pour the poison she had made herself into her mouth.
If the guards hadn't used a hidden weapon to knock the medicine out of her hand in time, allowing her to swallow only the residue, Xiao Sheng would have been separated from her by death long ago.
Just a tiny bit of the powder caused her to vomit several mouthfuls of blood, demonstrating the potency of the poison.
Xiao Sheng knew very well that he could guard against it for a while, but not forever.
Jiang Tian was determined to go with Wei Yunting, and he couldn't stop her no matter what he tried.
Now it's just swallowing pills, but in the future, if someone doesn't want to live anymore, there are always a million ways.
She could exhaust herself to death even without eating.
Xiao Sheng wiped his face with trembling hands; his palms were ice-cold.
He had no idea where he had put that pill.
He finally realized that forgetting his memories was useless if he wanted Jiang Tiansheng to have his memory.
There is only one way now, and that is to bring Wei Yunting back to life completely.
In the dark prison.
Wei Nianjin's hair was disheveled, her lips were chapped and peeling, and her face, which was no longer delicate, looked ashen.
She hugged herself tightly, leaning against the far corner of the cell, not daring to even lift her head.
The prison was dark and gloomy. Every day, prisoners were dragged out, tortured, and then dragged back in.
Some people don't even live past the night before they die.
During this time, Wei Nianjin saw countless dead people.
Her initial curiosity about the world had turned into deep fear.
She originally thought that as a transmigrated woman, God had arranged this extraordinary journey for her, surely hoping that she would achieve something great.
She wants to fall in love with a wise and benevolent ruler throughout history, and pledge her life to a famous general of all time.
But none of her dreams came true.
She followed Wei Yunting and Xiao Sheng's army into the capital, thinking that after putting in so much effort, she would surely rise to the top and become their white moonlight and cinnabar mole.
She drank a cup of tea, lost consciousness, and then, with a wonderful fantasy in her mind, she fell into a coma.
When she woke up, she was already in a dark prison.
Her neighbors were all death row inmates who had committed serious crimes; they had no way out and were just barely clinging to life every day.
Dead rats, black water, dried straw, dark and sunless prison cells, and the agonizing screams of people before their deaths were Wei Nianjin's deepest impressions of this period.
Before she arrived, she was just an ordinary college student who had never seen anything. After transmigrating, she became a noble lady, a pampered young lady, and had never witnessed such a tragic scene.
At first, she was completely devastated and cried and made a scene every day.
The jailer beheaded a man right in front of her, and Wei Nianjin dared not scream.
She was afraid of death, and even after traveling to ancient times, she still wanted to live.
She had no idea why she had ended up in such a situation.
Who kidnapped her? Who brought her here? She had no idea.
She lived in constant fear, like a frightened bird.
These are tough days, and I don't know when they'll end.
One day, the dark door was suddenly opened, and a person walked in.
Wei Nianjin stared intently at Xiao Sheng, who was dressed in a dragon robe, her eyes filled with excitement and ecstasy: "Xiao Sheng, did you come to save me? Did you come to save me?!"
Xiao Sheng stared expressionlessly at Wei Nianjin, who was terrified.
As the army was about to arrive in the capital, the Wei family, having learned of the news, came to Wei Nianjin and asked her to poison Xiao Sheng and Wei Yunting.
Wei Nianjin ignored their advice and instead asked for another, more embarrassing medicine.
That very night, she invited Xiao Sheng over, saying she had a plan to offer.
Xiao Sheng easily guessed her plan. Remembering Jiang Tian's words, he didn't kill her, but threw her into the dark dungeon and stopped bothering with her.
Fortunately, she is quite resilient and has survived for so long.
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