Did the princess succeed in her revenge today?

Chapter 2
Others don't know what the taste of dove wine is, but Sheng Qingshu must know.

The bitter taste mixed with the taste of wine permeated the mouth, and after a few words, the smell of blood also came up.

However, Sheng Qingshu thought, no matter how hard it was, it couldn't hurt her own heart.

After drinking the poisoned wine, Sheng Qingshu realized that she was not dead. In other words, her body was dead, but her soul was gone.

She watched the so-called high priest trap her soul in the jade pendant, and watched Pei Yi burn her own body, and the hatred in her heart continued to increase.

Sheng Qingshu tried to leave this place, but found that she was trapped within ten feet of Pei Yi, with a solid wall of light trapping her here.

She had no choice but to watch her body turn into ashes and disappear in the cold wind of early spring.

Sheng Qingshu followed Pei Yi back to his residence, and was surprised to find that the furnishings here were exactly the same as his Chunxi Palace.

Next to the window was his favorite concubine couch, and the dragon and phoenix gown that he embroidered stitch by thread was also hung beside the bed.

The curtains on the canopy bed are also the color of water and sky that I like, and there is even a dressing table in the house, and the jewelry box is also my dowry at that time.

But these, they were searched and taken away on the day of the palace change, why did they appear here again?
She looked at Pei Yi standing in front of the dragon and phoenix coat, but she couldn't do anything. Let alone touching him, even accidentally touching the light wall would feel uncomfortable for a long time.

Pei Yi took off the vermilion python robe and hung it side by side with the dragon and phoenix coat. He walked to the bed, opened layers of curtains, and with just one glance, Sheng Qingshu almost screamed.

Under the bright red quilt, there was actually a wooden figure hiding, it was clearly his own face, his height and shape were exactly the same as his own, and he was also wearing his favorite water pink train.

Pei Yi reached out to hug the wooden man in his arms, hung Sheng Qingshu's jade pendant on the wooden man's belt, looked up at the sky blankly, and said slowly, "Yingying, I know you can see it."

He lowered his head and stroked the wooden man's face. The dark eyes and vermilion lips added a touch of weirdness to the cold night.

"Yingying, you can only love me. I said that I want you to be with me forever. You owe me this." Pei Yi's tone was gentle and watery, but in Sheng Qingshu's ears, it seemed that he was dying in hell. ghost.

He touched the clothes on the wooden man and said, "What do you want to wear tomorrow? How about that light blue skirt? I remember the winter jasmine embroidered on it is very beautiful."

"Or if you don't like it, I'll find a master to make you a new one. As long as you like it, I will satisfy you."

Pei Yi touched the wooden man's face pityingly, put down the curtain, and fell asleep like this.

She walked through the curtain and looked at Pei Yi and the dummy. Sheng Qingshu couldn't help her stomach churning anymore, she lowered her body and retched, but there was nothing.

That's right, she's just a wandering spirit now, what do you expect to spit out?
She walked to the furthest distance from Pei Yi, sat on the ground and wept and prayed: "If there is a god, please help me."

The Hall of Supreme Harmony in the distance was still brightly lit. The new owner of the imperial city, Jila Gesang, was sitting on a high seat, slowly wiping a dagger, and the gems inlaid on the hilt were shining brightly under the candlelight.

The high priest walked in slowly, and was about to salute, but Jiragesang hurriedly stopped him: "The high priest doesn't need to be too polite, it's not right to call you late at night, you and I don't care about these vain rituals."

"Yes, thank you big man. Oh, no, I should call you Your Majesty now. Congratulations, Your Majesty, for your wish to come true. You won't have to live in the endless wilderness in the future."

The high priest had already taken off his mask at this time, and there were shocking scratches on his face under the mask.

Jiragasang smiled, with unstoppable ambition in his eyes, "Yes, we have been fighting against nature for so many years, and we have been paying tribute to Dasheng in order to seek shelter in food and grass. Now we can also It is really a great fortune for my family to be the master of this Central Plains."

As if remembering something, Jiragasang asked: "High Priest, how is the matter going?"

The high priest smiled, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, that princess is dead, and I have trapped her soul as Pei Yi said, so she cannot be reincarnated, let alone practice witchcraft, you can rest assured .”

Jiragesang laughed and nodded: "Okay, okay, I'm at ease in what you do, High Priest."

He pondered for a while and then continued: "But this Pei Yi said that he was an infatuated, and he was able to make a cruel move to lure us into the city. But he said that he was heartless and unjust, and he forced that woman to stay by his side, even Made an identical dummy and put it in the room."

Jiragsun took out the dagger in his hand. The blade was as thin as a piece of paper, but it was extremely strong, and it could emit a cool light in a dim room.

"Look at this dagger, it cuts like clay and is extremely precious, but in Dasheng's treasury it is just an inconspicuous gadget."

"Dasheng has been passed down for hundreds of years. Although it is now in our hands, how to maintain it for a long time is a big problem. Pei Yi is the best weapon to assist me now."

Jiragasang gently brushed the blade with his fingertips, and the sharp blade quickly cut open his fingertips, and bright red blood flowed down his fingers.

The high priest quickly stepped forward to bandage him, hesitated again and again and said, "Your Majesty, what do you mean..."

Jiragasang threw the dagger on the ground, "It's too sharp and you'll hurt yourself, but it's just a dagger. As long as you've used its value, there's nothing you can't give up."

A gust of wind blew into the main hall, the candles flickered, Raj Kelsang's face was obscured, and the high priest knelt down and said "Your Majesty is wise"

"Okay, get up." Jiragesang waved his hand, thought for a while, and then ordered: "At the banquet today, I have given him the position of the prince's junior teacher. You will go to the prince later and ask him to do it." Study hard with Pei Yi."

Jiragasang stared into the high priest's eyes, and said word by word: "Let him keep an eye on Pei Yi, and don't let go of any clues about what Pei Yi said or did."

The high priest nodded, and Jiragasang slowly got up and walked to the window. Today is the sixteenth day of the lunar calendar, and a full moon hangs in the sky.

"You saw what happened at the banquet today. Many old ministers in the old department were dissatisfied with him, but they didn't dare to take action against him because of my face. If someone asks you in the future, you know how to answer."

Jiragasang still looked at the sky, without looking back, and continued to speak: "New and old ministers, it's time to fight, and you are tired after that, go back and rest."

He waved his hand, indicating that the high priest could leave, but he still looked at the moon.

On this night when everyone had different thoughts, no one noticed a ghostly figure coming to the highest point of the palace.

The dark blue robe almost blended with the night, walking across the roof like a ghost.

Finally, he stopped in the Chunxi Palace, and came to the pile of ashes. These were Sheng Qingshu's ashes, which had been blown away by the wind and there was very little left.

He took out a glass bottle from his pocket, which was just right enough to hold the remaining ashes.

He turned his head and took a deep look at the three words "Chunxi Palace" on the plaque. It was the plaque that Sheng Qingshu had written with his own hands, and then disappeared into the vast night.

(End of this chapter)