It was still a bit chilly in spring, so Xue Zhiyi changed into a goose yellow jacket with narrow sleeves embroidered with forsythia patterns and an emerald green skirt. She hadn't worn ordinary clothes for a long time.
These days within the palace walls had made her demeanor more composed. Even though she was wearing such lively colors, her round, dark almond-shaped eyes were as calm as a lake bathed in moonlight.
She sat in the car, looking out the window, and saw the hustle and bustle of people outside, a beautiful scene.
In a place like Huajing, the upheaval of the Xue family was like a stone falling into the abyss, which was swallowed up after a brief ripple and left without a trace.
Outside the carriage, Huo Wuyou was still sitting on the horse, swaying unsteadily, and the driver was Yan Gui.
There were only three of them, and no one else was brought along.
The carriage stopped outside the prison of the Ministry of Justice. After being convicted, the Xue family was imprisoned here, awaiting their fate.
Xue Zhiyi covered her face with a veil and got out of the car.
With Huo Wuyou's help, they were successfully taken to the cell where Fu Ling was imprisoned.
Xue Zhentong was silenced, but there was something she was very curious about, and perhaps Fu Ling could tell her the answer.
The clanking sound of the door lock being opened did not elicit any reaction from the person lying in the haystack, as if he had already become numb.
The jailer said, "If you have anything to say, please speak quickly and don't delay too long."
After saying that, he retreated outside.
The air was filled with the stench of blood, and Xue Zhiyi's emerald skirt had been stained at some point.
Just as she was about to step in, she saw Huo Wuyou frowning and said, "I'll go in with you."
Xue Zhiyi just smiled and said, "With the Marquis of Lin'an here, she might have some concerns."
Glancing at the rag-like figure, she said, "Don't worry, she's tied with chains and can't get close to me. My Lord, just listen outside the door."
Seeing that he still looked worried, Xue Zhiyi smiled reassuringly: "If anything unexpected happens, I will call for help."
"Then remember to call me."
I don’t know what he was thinking, but he emphasized the word “I”.
Xue Zhiyi said nothing and walked in, holding up her skirt.
Perhaps sensing someone approaching, the iron chain on the ground made a slight sound.
"Fu Ling."
A cold voice rang out in the cell, and then, accompanied by the urgent sound of iron chains colliding, the man on the ground climbed up.
Seeing Fu Ling's appearance, Xue Zhiyi was also stunned.
In just one month, Fu Ling no longer had the nobility and elegance of the past. Her well-maintained face was no longer decorated with any makeup. Instead, it was covered with mud from nowhere, mixed with blood.
Her black hair was also speckled with silver strands, lying dry and disheveled, making her face look somewhat unreal.
This is completely different from the Fu Ling in Xue Zhiyi's memory, that person who is as gentle as a chrysanthemum and has a heart of a bodhisattva... his mother.
Xue Zhiyi's face showed no emotion, or rather, she couldn't show any emotion towards Fu Ling.
She had long since severed her mother-daughter relationship with Fu Ling, and now her revenge had been taken. The person before her was nothing more than a strange shell, nothing more.
After a long period of stunned silence, Fu Ling suddenly started to make noises. She screamed and rushed towards Xue Zhiyi with all her limbs together.
But the iron chain tied to her was stretched straight, so even if she tried her best to tear Xue Zhiyi to pieces, she could only swing her nails embedded in mud in vain.
"Xue Zhiyi!!! You will not die well!!! You will not die well!!!"
She was mad and out of control, like a mad beast.
Xue Zhiyi only took half a step back to ensure that the flying saliva would not touch her.
"Why! Why are you okay? Why are you the only one who is okay? Why are you the only one who lives a glorious life?"
She screamed like this for an unknown amount of time until her voice became hoarse. Xue Zhiyi just looked at her quietly until she was exhausted and leaned against the moss-covered wall.
It was hard to tell whether she was crying or laughing on her face. She only murmured, "I shouldn't have chosen you... I shouldn't have chosen you..."
As he spoke, blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth due to rage, and his poisonous eyes stared at Xue Zhiyi: "Rong Xin is destined to be a phoenix. If you harm her, you will be punished!"
retribution?
Xue Zhiyi couldn't help but sneer. She had said long ago that she didn't believe in fate.
"Your husband is dead, your daughter will be strangled, and your son is seriously ill and exiled. People like you who use others as scapegoats and stepping stones for your own selfish desires will be punished."
"You..." Heartbroken, blood gushed out of Fu Ling's mouth: "When did you know?!"
After thinking for a moment, Xue Zhiyi said, "I had a dream."
She paused, a flash of sarcasm in her eyes. "You know what? I've seen this scene in my dreams, but back then it was you and Fu Rongxin who were standing high above me, and I was the one being trampled under your feet, a fate worse than death."
Fu Ling's pale face froze.
Xue Zhiyi's eyes were filled with a hint of sadness: "At that time, I begged you, begged you not to give up on me, and for the sake of my dedication to saving the Xue family, save me once and take me away from this cage without seeing the sun, but you told me..."
Xue Zhiyi couldn't help but sneered: "You tell me, I'm not your daughter. I'm just an orphan whose life is worthless. I should be grateful to be chosen as a scapegoat for Fu Rongxin's disaster."
As she spoke, the look in her eyes suddenly turned cold: "That was truly a nightmare that made people feel cold all over after waking up... In order to prevent this dream from coming true, I have no choice but to return this nightmare to you."
For some reason, looking at Xue Zhiyi's gloomy eyes, Fu Ling felt a chill, as if drilling out from her bones, making her body tremble unconsciously like a sieve.
She shook her head in confusion... Xue Zhiyi wasn't a human, he was a ghost! A fierce ghost that had crawled out of the Shura purgatory to haunt souls and take lives!
"You have always...always..."
"I've been taking revenge on you all along." Xue Zhiyi added for her: "Looking back at every step we've taken, anything you find suspicious is my doing."
"Ah——!" Fu Ling screamed in fear, as if he wanted to scream out all his internal organs.
"I'm not here to show off my achievements." Xue Zhiyi just looked at her frantic appearance with cold eyes and said, "Fu Rongxin is doomed, but Xue Tingsheng has only been tattooed and exiled. He still has a glimmer of hope. However, he is seriously ill now. I'm afraid he will die on the road before he can leave for long."
Xue Zhiyi said seriously, "But since Your Majesty didn't let him die, I can ask someone to look after him on the road. At least his life can be saved."
Fu Ling's eyes were red, and he looked a little scary in the dim cell.
She asked in a hoarse and trembling voice, "What are the conditions..."
Xue Zhiyi said solemnly, "Having been married to Xue Zhentong for many years, he must have a lot of secrets. I want to know."
Even if she could get a tiny bit of information, it might become her important bargaining chip in the future.
"Also, I want you to tell me everything about Aunt Mei."
Mei Gu's behavior is strange, and Xue Zhiyi doesn't like the feeling of knowing nothing.
But after hearing this, Fu Ling suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he fell forward and backward, almost unable to stop.
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