imperial psychologist

Chapter 644
On this day, Bo Ling first followed Yikang to visit Princess Yining.

The stern beauty of the past is now as thin as gossamer, and as thin as bones. Before her sick bed, Bo Ling smelled a familiar smell—she had also smelled a similar smell before Huang Chongde's death.

The smell of death.

Princess Yining could no longer recognize anyone, her thin face looked like shriveled tree bark, and she leaned on the bed and uttered inexplicable ravings.

Yikang fetched hot water, sat beside her and began to wipe his body day after day.

There are no maids in the house, and the Taoists in view are not here either.Bo Ling originally wanted to help, but Yikang asked Bo Ling to go out and wait.

Probably because of the arrogance of Princess Yining, even if she no longer has a human form, she still doesn't want others to see her ugly and naked body.

At night, the two lit incense and sat opposite each other to cook tea.

"Actually, I've always found it quite strange," Yikang said softly, "After Chen Yicong has done so many... such things, why are you still willing to stay by his side?"

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, "...Stay by his side?"

"If you really want to leave, you should have left." Yikang poured tea for herself and Bo Ling, and she glanced at Bo Ling, "I don't think Baihuaya can really trap you."

A mist of hot water diffused from the cup.

Bo Ling held the cup silently and did not answer immediately.

"What are you doing now?" Yikang said softly, "It was you who asked me to see Bai Yi off at the beginning, I thought you would go to them soon, but now you are nostalgic for the scenery in Pingjing again gone."

"But it's okay," she said softly, "with you here, at least Chen Yicong has eyes watching him, and he won't be able to do anything wrong in the future."

Yi Kang sighed.

"Although you are a slave now, it is not impossible for you to enter the palace again based on what Lan Zihao has done in the past few years." Yikang looked down at the cup in his hand, and said indifferently, "I don't I will go to your big gift... I hope you can live happily in the future."

The room fell silent again.

Bo Ling put down the cup, propped his hands behind his back, and looked up at the zenith in the room that was somewhat blackened by the candlelight.

The clear water in the pot boiled again, and the Yikangyang soup stopped boiling.

"I promised a friend before that I would go to her wedding." Bai Ling murmured, "But there were too many things that happened in those few days...so I missed it.

"When I saw her again later, it was in the flower alley in Baihuaya."

Yikang raised his head and looked at Bo Ling.

Bai Ling continued, "She married someone, died of her husband, and was sold to another man by her mother's family, with children by her side. At that time, her man was fond of gambling, so she worked diligently as a coolie to support the family.

Bai Ling also looked at Yikang, "There are so many people who have come to a tragic end because they have no choice, she is not, there is no knife on her neck.

"And she is upright, kind-hearted, hard-working, and I think such a person should have a good life.

"Seeing such a person being bullied... I can't stand this." Bai Ling said softly, "So I went to help her, and I tried to help her."

Bai Ling frowned slightly, as if caught in memories.

"...and then." Yikang asked.

Bo Ling came back to his senses, but changed the topic, and suddenly talked about another matter.

"A long time ago, I played one—no, I read a storybook. It said that a village was occupied by a monster, and the monster would eat one person every year, so the villagers held a sacrifice every year."

"Yeah." Yi Kang nodded.

"Until one day, a brave man came here, he went down the well to rescue the woman who was sacrificed by the villagers, but he drove the monster out of the well, ran to the village and started killing.

"When the brave man returned to the village, the surviving villagers resented him—it was clear that it was enough to sacrifice one person a year, but now so many people died at once." Bai Ling said softly, "Princess What do you think?"

"...The innocent villagers are very pitiful." Yikang said softly, "But it is impossible for them to take no risks if they want to kill monsters. From the villagers' point of view, it is better to sacrifice one every year, but they are What about those who sacrificed?"

Yikang laughed, "It's nothing more than a trade-off, using small sacrifices in exchange for great peace. If I were a brave man, I would also kill monsters, and I would use other people's blood in exchange for peace... Such people are still being killed by monsters." Eat it up, I won't feel guilty."

Under the light, Bo Ling looked at Yikang's vivid expression, and suddenly felt that the former princess seemed to have returned.

Yikang looked over, "Why did you suddenly think of this story?"

"Because I feel like I have become a brave man." Bo Ling said softly, "Between enduring the pain of monsters and the pain of sacrifice, the villagers have become accustomed to the latter... and the pain they are accustomed to has probably already It's not painful anymore."

Burling looked at the ceiling again.

"What happened to your friend?"

"Her husband owed a huge amount of gambling debts, and the people in the gambling house hunted them down everywhere. During that time, she kept sending money to her husband secretly. One time, she happened to encounter a thug in the gambling house, and she was implicated." Bo Ling said softly.

Yikang's eyes darkened.

"After she passed away, I've been thinking... I want to kill her monsters for her so much, what about my own monsters?" Bai Ling said softly, "How do you count as a sacrifice and how do you count as going down a well? Since the emperor As soon as I ascended the throne, I have been thinking about how to escape. But if I escape to other places, will my life be better? If I hide myself in a place that no one knows, and live incognito from now on, will I be able to live a smooth and safe life? "

"Exchange this kind of endurance for peace," Bo Ling said softly, "I don't want this kind of trade-off either."

Yikang narrowed his eyes slightly and curled up his legs.

"'A man should be faithful to the facts, and to the truth to which the facts point, whether or not that truth may appear to be socially beneficial, or shocking, or contrary to his beliefs'..."

Bo Ling looked down at the flames dancing under the tea pot.

"...while at the same time, 'We should also learn to tolerate all kinds of dissidents, because once the flame of hatred and hatred is kindled, it will burn everyone'.

"I've been thinking about these two sentences for the past few years, what should I do..."

Yikang was stunned for a moment, "...so you built the Lanxin Club?"

"Yes," Bo Ling said softly, "If I can't get out of my own way, it will be the same wherever I go.

"What's more, at that time three years ago, it was really the right time, place and people... such an opportunity, if you miss it, you won't have it again." Bo Ling said softly.

Yikang looked at Bai Ling in front of him, and suddenly felt that maybe she was the same as himself and hadn't changed.

Thinking of this, Yikang lowered his eyes, and lightly poked the stove a few times with an iron rod beside him.

"Then what are your plans next?" Yikang asked.

(End of this chapter)