Chapter 78: What do you think I should do after I die?
Inside the dark and dilapidated house, a dim lantern was swaying alone, and the light and shadow were distorted and floating on the mottled walls, making the whole room even more gloomy and eerie.
Shen Xingwan stood in the halo, her clothes fluttering, her expression cold, her posture so noble that it was out of place in this dirty place.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze was sharp, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her lips, with a hint of sarcasm.
She glanced at Tang Lin'er quietly, her voice soft.
"What do you think...I should do?"
The voice was neither fast nor slow, but it was filled with a deep chill that was so chilling that it made one feel breathless.
Tang Lin'er's heart trembled violently, and cold sweat ran down her back.
She looked into Shen Xingwan's dark and deep eyes, and clearly saw the cold murderous intent in them.
Her breathing stagnated, and fear appeared in her eyes. But in a flash, her eyes became fierce, and she suddenly raised her hand and reached for a broken brick beside her!
She grabbed the brick almost without hesitation, and with all her might, she smashed it towards Shen Xingwan's face!
She had only one thought: to strike first!
However, she was too weak.
She had just been pulled out of the icy well water and had a high fever. She felt weak all over and couldn't even hold the brick tightly.
The energy brought by the brick was so weak that before it even landed in front of Shen Xingwan, she simply turned her body and avoided it effortlessly.
“Pah—”
The broken brick fell to the ground, broke into several pieces, and splashed a cloud of dust.
Shen Xingwan slowly lowered her eyes, looked at the broken bricks on the ground with a cold look, and then smiled gently.
"You really are...unrepentant."
She sighed softly, with a hint of sarcasm in the smile on her lips.
Tang Lin'er's eyes were bloodshot, she glared at her angrily, her silver teeth clenched.
"Shen Xingwan! If you hadn't gotten in the way, Sanlang and I would have been in perfect harmony and lived a happy and loving life!"
"It's you! You're the one who caused me to end up like this! It's you! It's all your fault! Shen Xingwan, why don't you just die!!!"
Her voice was hoarse and broken, full of hatred, and she wished she could eat Shen Xingwan alive.
Shen Xingwan couldn't help but chuckle, her smile was cold and nonchalant.
"Harmony and harmony? How dare you say that."
She shook her head, her eyes frosty.
"Tang Lin'er, Tang Lin'er, you even obtained this grace by killing someone."
"Even someone as cold and indifferent as Wei Zilin would look down on people like you."
These words were like a sharp knife cutting into Tang Lin'er's heart. Her face suddenly turned pale and her eyes suddenly became crazy.
"Shut up! Shut up!"
She screamed like crazy, suddenly rushed forward, and with her ten fingers like hooks, she pinched Shen Xingwan's neck fiercely!
However, before she could get close, the follower beside Shen Xingwan was quick-witted and grabbed her arm, twisted it backhandedly, and pressed her hard, pinning her down on the shabby couch.
Tang Lin'er struggled frantically, but how could she match the strong servant's strength?
Her delicate face was pressed hard on the dusty mat, her eyes full of fear and resentment.
Shen Xingwan looked down at her, shook his head slightly and sighed.
"Alas...it seems that you, my sister, have lost your mind."
She turned around and said to the doctor behind her calmly, "Give her some medicine quickly."
The doctor nodded slightly, picked up a bowl of dark brown medicine, and slowly walked over.
When Tang Lin'er smelled that familiar smell, her face suddenly changed drastically and she struggled in fear: "No! No! I don't want to drink it!"
That is...
Snowflake arsenic!
That was the poison passed down from her Tang family's ancestors, how could she not recognize it?
"I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!"
She shook her head desperately, her eyes full of fear, "Shen Xingwan! You want to kill me!"
Shen Xingwan slowly leaned over, gently lifted her chin with her white fingers, and smiled meaningfully.
"If I say you are, then you are."
Her tone was gentle, but her eyes were as cold as dead water, without a trace of warmth.
"Drink it." She raised her hand gently.
The doctor immediately stepped forward, pinched Tang Lin'er's chin without hesitation, pried her mouth open, and poured the whole bowl of medicine into her mouth!
“Woo…woo!”
Tang Lin'er struggled desperately, whimpering in pain from her throat, and bit the doctor's hand hard!
"hiss--"
The doctor groaned and frowned in pain, but did not let go. Instead, he forcefully poured all the medicine into her throat.
The boiling venom flowed down the throat, and the burning pain quickly spread to every part of the body.
Tang Lin'er struggled violently, her eyes full of despair.
Her voice was hoarse and broken, and she almost cried and yelled: "Shen Xingwan! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!!!"
Shen Xingwan smiled, her eyes as deep as the night.
"Okay." She said softly, looking at her with a smile, "I'll wait for you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Lin'er's pupils suddenly shrank. The next moment, she let out a painful sob from her throat, her whole body twitched violently, and then she fell heavily onto the broken couch.
Her pupils were dilated, black blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, and her face was as pale as paper.
No more sound.
The room was dead silent, with only the dim lantern swaying, making Shen Xingwan's face look even colder, like a ghost returning from the underworld.
She looked at Tang Lin'er's body quietly for a while, then smiled gently.
"What a pity." She murmured in a low voice, but there was no trace of pity in her eyes.
She slowly stood up, with her hands behind her back, the light from the lantern casting a long, cold shadow behind her.
The night was dark and the chill was biting. Only the smell of blood was gradually spreading in the dead air...
Shen Xingwan walked out of the dilapidated door, and a cold wind blew in his face, carrying with it the smell of rotting weeds. The night was dark, and the moonlight was like water, sprinkling in the long-abandoned courtyard.
The courtyard wall was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds. A gust of night wind blew by, and the dead branches rustled, as if countless ghosts were crying softly.
She slowly raised her eyes and looked towards the lonely and cold moon in the sky, her eyes were deep and a little dazed.
She took a deep breath, and her chest seemed to be filled with suppressed and heavy emotions, but she had no one to tell.
Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps behind her, subtle but firm, and every step seemed to step into her heart, creating ripples.
The next moment, a black cloak quietly fell on her shoulders. The soft material brought warmth, covering her moon-white dress in the boundless night.
The warmth spread from her shoulders, blocking out the coldness of the night and pulling her back from the boundless emptiness.
Shen Xingwan was slightly startled. She looked back and saw Yan Jinghuan standing quietly beside her, shoulder to shoulder with her.
He stood tall and straight, his ink-black robe fluttering slightly in the night wind. The moonlight fell between his brows, making his deep, deep eyes seem even deeper, as if they contained thousands of words.
He lowered his head slightly and stared at her, his eyes filled with dark emotions that she could not understand.
Shen Xingwan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed at himself.
She raised her hands and stretched them out into the moonlight. Her fair and slender hands seemed to be reflected in the night, appearing even paler.
She stared at her hands, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"These hands are finally stained with blood..."
Her voice was very soft.
It seemed like a sigh, or like she was mumbling to herself, hiding a sense of confusion that even she herself could hardly detect.
"I'm afraid I'll have to go to hell..."
As soon as she finished speaking, a warmth suddenly enveloped her.
Yan Jinghuan didn't say anything, but just reached out and gently held her in his arms, holding her tightly, tenderly but firmly, as if he wanted to isolate her from all the hardships and sufferings in the world and let her find a moment of peace in his arms.
His big, broad palm slowly rested on her back, his burning body temperature seeping into her skin through the thin fabric.
He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
"Willn't that make me go to hell?"
Shen Xingwan trembled slightly and looked up at him.
Yan Jinghuan smiled and gently brushed away the hair on her forehead with his slender fingers. "If hell has you, then it is no longer hell for me."
His voice was as gentle as the night breeze blowing across the lake, creating tiny ripples that went straight into Shen Xingwan's heart, causing her heart to pause slightly.
She stared at him in amazement, "What... is that?"
Yan Jinghuan stared at her.
"Wherever you are, that's where my heart belongs."
Shen Xingwan was shocked, as if his chest was hit hard by something, and a sour emotion surged up.
At this moment, she was unable to suppress her emotions. Her nose felt slightly sour and tears welled up in her eyes.
She bit her lip and slowly fell into Yan Jinghuan's arms, gently wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in his chest, feeling the warmth from his body, greedily absorbing the momentary peace he gave her.
Yan Jinghuan lowered his brows and gently stroked her hair.
The person in his arms was so slender and soft that she seemed like she would break if he exerted even a little force, but he tightened his arms and held her tighter in his arms.
The night wind gradually slows down and the moonlight is hazy.
It seemed that the only sound between heaven and earth was the sound of each other's heartbeats.
The night is still cold, but this embrace can soften all the hardships of the world.
Wei Zilin's servants have been feeling uneasy since they returned to the Eastern Palace after throwing Tang Lin'er into the villa that day.
Even though His Royal Highness the Crown Prince disliked the Crown Princess, she was once the Crown Prince's principal wife after all. Even if she was now treated like a worn-out shoe, if something really happened in the villa, they, the servants, would probably not be able to escape responsibility.
At first, he comforted himself that even though Tang Lin'er was in a bad state, she still had her mother's family, the Shen family, to support her. She could hold on until her mother's family took her back to recuperate, and she would be able to get through it.
But as time went by, no one mentioned any news of her.
His heart seemed to be eaten by worms, and he became more and more anxious and restless. He could even vaguely hear the woman's heart-wrenching cries when he woke up in the middle of the night.
"Sanlang! Sanlang, save me!"
The voice was extremely mournful, filled with grief and despair, as if it was a cry for life from the underworld. It startled him awake from his dream, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
Finally, he could no longer bear the uneasy feeling, and on a moonless night, he quietly sneaked back to the villa.
The villa was still as quiet as before, with wild grass growing wildly all around, dead leaves piled up in the courtyard, and the sound of insects echoing in the night, adding a bit of eeriness and horror.
He stood in front of the door and pushed open the shabby wooden door with gritted teeth.
“Squeak—”
The door hinge made an odd noise due to disrepair. His heart tightened, but he still stepped in.
The room was pitch black, with only a few holes in the window paper allowing cold moonlight to shine through, landing on the tattered couch and illuminating a corpse lying on it.
His eyes suddenly widened and his breathing suddenly stagnated.
Princess!
She fell on the couch, already stiff for a long time, and her clothes had become hard as a shell. It was obvious that she had never changed her clothes since she was thrown here that day.
Her face was pale and her eyes were closed, but the ferocity between her brows clearly revealed her despair before death.
The most horrifying thing was that her fingertips and the gaps between her nails were covered in blood. It was obvious that she had struggled desperately before death. Her nails even got stuck in the wooden cracks of the couch, as if she was trying to grab the last glimmer of hope in this world in extreme despair.
He was so horrified by the horrifying scene that he fell to the ground, his scalp tingling, cold sweat instantly soaking his back, his limbs going weak, and he couldn't even stand up.
“Dead…dead…”
His lips trembled, his voice was hoarse, and he was almost crying.
"ah!!!"
He screamed suddenly, got up from the ground like a madman, staggered towards the door, rolled out of the courtyard, ran desperately along the path, and rushed all the way back to the East Palace.
Inside the East Palace, Wei Zilin was drinking alone. In a drunken state, he saw the servant falling to his feet with disheveled hair. His face was as pale as a ghost, his lips were purple, and his whole body was shaking.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"
The attendant trembled and almost cried out, "The Crown Princess...she's dead!!!"
Wei Zilin's hand, which was about to raise the glass, suddenly stopped. His eyes became stern and his drunkenness instantly dissipated. He stared at the mourning attendant with a slightly frown.
"What did you say?"
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