imperial psychologist

Chapter 325 Lin's Death
Bai Yi pondered for a while.

As he thought about it, he put the iron back on the stove, and the ironed clothes were neatly folded aside.It was only then that Bai Ling saw that the wooden table was covered with bedding that was no longer used at home—it just happened to be used by Bai Yi as a cotton pad for ironing clothes.

He lightly shook another gown to be ironed, and spread the clothes out on the table again.

"I don't think so." Bai Yi said.

"why?"

Bai Yi bent down and picked up the iron, still working with his head down calmly as before.

"It stands to reason that the harder the thing hit and the more intense the impact, the more people will understand what they don't want to be. This kind of 'not wanting' is also a part of 'self', right?"

Bai Ling was startled, tilting his head slightly, thinking.

"However, I suspect that most people may not have the chance of such a collision, because it takes a lot of courage to face such an impact directly." The movements in Bai Yi's hand slowed down as he thought, "There is Sometimes, in order to be more comfortable, people will endure and let things pass. Maybe those things we choose to endure will gradually become part of ourselves."

After finishing speaking, Bai Yi put down the iron, "What do you think?"

"...It seems to be the same." Bo Ling nodded solemnly, "I also... think so."

Bai Yi smiled, "Then can you sleep now?"

Bo Ling was quiet for a while, but still shook his head.

Her gaze passed through the dense rain curtain outside the door, and after a while, she tilted her head to look at Bai Yi's hand again, "...Can I stay with you for a while?"

"Yes." Bai Yi replied naturally, "This is at home, you can stay anywhere you want."

"Ah."

Bo Ling was still sitting on the chair with his knees hugged as before.

This time she didn't say anything, just silently watched Bai Yi continue to repeat the ironing action back and forth.

She suddenly felt that maybe as long as Bai Yi was still around, her coordinates would not be lost.

……

The night was deeper.

In the other basement of the Punishment Department, the executioner who had been executed all night was already tired. Several people looked at the time and agreed to come back early tomorrow morning to start the next day's work.

The woman who was hung on the iron chain was no longer recognizable.

The punishment of Ling Chi is very particular. The first knife is gouged out in the heart, and the meat here is sacrificed to heaven; the second knife is gouged out in the forehead, and a whole piece of scalp on the forehead is pulled in front of the eyes to block the prisoner's sight.

A total of 3600 knives were spent in the whole process. Starting from the chest, each piece was about the size of a fingernail. In the first night, more than [-] knives were spent. Wherever the tip of the knife touched, it was like a layer of deep red fish scales.

In the silence, a footstep came clearly from the front.

His footsteps were steady and powerful, so he must be a strong man.

Lin couldn't remember what it was like to be alive, but she could still hear the voice.

The man walked up to Lin's body and straightly turned up the scalp covering her eyes. In a burst of severe pain, Lin could see clearly the man in front of him - he was wearing a flying fish suit with an embroidered spring knife on his waist, but those eyes...

Those indifferent eyes may look more like a dead person than she does at this moment.

She faintly guessed the identity of the person who came, and suddenly there was a throbbing in her heart.

Han Chong also looked at the inhuman woman in front of him.

"Are you..." Lin asked struggling.

"You've done a good job, and you haven't revealed a word to the outside world." Han Chong's thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was like a light wind, "Minggong is very pleased and misses you very much."

Lin's body trembled visibly.

Those eyes, which were already covered with bloodshot eyes and drained of tears, recovered a little bit of spirit in an instant.

Her eyes were full, but quickly dimmed again, and she said softly, "I...I'm already...not worth... saving..."

"Yes," Han Chong nodded, "So Minggong asked me to give you a ride."

Lin's eyes widened slightly, and she couldn't frown anymore, but those suddenly widened eyes said everything, "You... are you here...?"

Han Chong neatly took out the dagger he had prepared early in the morning from his sleeve. Even in the dark dungeon, the sharp blade was still shining.

He opened the shackles on Lin's left hand, put the dagger directly into her hand, and then held Lin's left hand with both hands, leaning the knife against Lin's neck.

"Wait……"

Han Chong's hand stopped temporarily, "Is there anything else to say?"

Lin exhausted her last bit of strength and looked up at the strange man in front of her.

At this moment, Jia Yuchun's face suddenly broke into her mind.

He said at the time that she was already an abandoned child.

But she doesn't believe it.

"As for the…………"

"I want to know why Minggong wants to kill you?"

Lin nodded.

Han Chong approached slightly, and whispered in Lin's ear, "...you shouldn't touch the prince."

Lin was stunned for a moment - she had heard that the young man who often saw Bai Ling was not a guard, but the eldest son of Prince Gong's mansion.

But as Jia Yuchun said, Minggong gave up on her, starting from the time when Donglin Temple was burned down.

At that time, she had never touched a single hair of the prince.

"I... don't know if it's... the world..."

"It's not about that." Han Chong said coldly, "That night in Yinfengyuan, the prince shot and killed Long Live Lord's dragon because of you. Duke Ming can't afford such a risk."

Lin's whole body trembled.

She couldn't understand what Han Chong was saying at all...

Even if the prince shoots the dragon with an arrow, so what?
"I... want to see... Ming..."

There was no sympathy in Han Chong's eyes, "If you want to blame, you can blame yourself for doing something wrong."

As he spoke, he exerted force with one hand, and the end of the dagger immediately sank into Lin's neck.

Lin's whole body was convulsed.

She just felt that everything in front of her eyes was slowly becoming dim.

In this gloom, the figure of a person became clearer than ever, and she seemed to see those eyes that were always gentle and calm again.

His eyes once stayed on himself so intently.

"Minggong..." Lin suddenly struggled violently, all the pain was unimportant, she just wanted to grasp a little tenderness in the void, "I...I want to see...Ming..."

"It will pass soon," Han Chong said in a low voice, "soon."

The blade cut open her blood vessels and trachea in an instant, and fresh blood spurted out and slowly flowed down her neck like a bloody coat.

Lin finally stopped moving.

Han Chong let go of his hand, the dagger was still stuck in Lin's throat, and there were several bloody handprints on the handle.

To this day, even the palace servants who served in Chuxiu Palace before may not be able to connect the half-human, half-ghost corpse in front of him with the former bright-eyed and white-toothed Lin Jieyu.

Han Chong turned around and left with silent steps. He took off his gloves and put on a clean pair again.

Everything is over here.

Everything out there is still waiting.

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