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Qi Yan came to the study alone and breathed a sigh of relief.
But for some reason, she felt vaguely uneasy. She thought about it for a long time but couldn't find the reason
Qiu Ju ordered two hundred taels of silver and packed it in a box. She then took out part of her personal money and put it in her purse, holding them both in her arms and walking towards Chuntao's room.
¡°Tuk-tuk-tuk.¡±
"Chuntao? Are you in there?"
"¡¡come in."
Qiu Ju entered the room and saw Chuntao sitting by the bed wiping tears. The tears that she had finally stopped burst out again. She put the box on the table and sat beside the bed: "In the box are two hundred taels of silver together with your body deed"
The sobbing stopped suddenly, and Chuntao stared straight at Qiu Ju: "What did you say?"
Qiu Ju wiped her tears: "His Highness has graciously set you free and given you a sum of money to settle down. For slaves like us, who were born at home, this is a grace that we can only dream of."
Chuntao was still staring straight at Qiu Ju, her red and swollen almond eyes showing no sadness or joy: "You said His Highness sent me away?"
Qiu Ju took Chuntao's hand, hesitated for a long time and whispered softly: "It's a blessing in disguise. It's better to get rid of your temper, so as not to cause big trouble in the future. Bring a message to me when you get there, letting me know that you are safe."
Chuntao murmured: "I have never done anything like eating and chewing my tongue. If I did, I would get a big boil and it would be rotten from the inside out!"
Qiu Ju quickly covered Chuntao's mouth, with tears streaming down her face, and said sadly: "His Highness has grown up now, and is already a man who can take charge of his own affairs after getting married. I have told you before that you can't do the same thing as before. Go treat Your Highness. She is our master, we respect her and love her, that's fine! But we can no longer control her, and you turn a deaf ear. Do you think" Qiu Ju didn't finish her sentence, but Chuntao had a rare epiphany.
She smiled bitterly: It turns out that His Highness is annoying herself.
Yes, she has grown up now.
With the dignity, I am no longer the little person who had to feed myself every meal
Chuntao smiled and tears fell down. It turned out that she had lost her identity.
But I always feel that His Highness is still young.
¡°I¡¯m afraid that she¡¯ll get hurt, I¡¯m worried that she¡¯ll be sick, and after so many years of nagging, I¡¯m finally annoying people.
"Sister Qiu Ju."
"I am here."
"I want to stay by myself for a while."
"Okay, I'll find you a long-distance carriage"
"Thank you very much."
Chuntao came to the table, opened the purse, poured all the broken silver and several pieces of jewelry on the table, and opened the box again: the silver ingots inside were neatly coded, and a piece of paper that was already yellowing was placed on top.
¡°My birth date was written on the paper, with the inscription from the previous dynasty, and my own small handprint
As long as you take this deed to the government, you can cancel your slave status, and you will be a person with status from now on.
But Chuntao laughed and tore into pieces the documents that countless slaves had dreamed of
Qiu Ju called a spacious carriage. The driver was also an honest man who had registered with the government and specialized in long distance travel.
She went to the big stove to prepare enough dry food and water for Chuntao, found two brand-new quilts, and ordered some clothes to be moved to the carriage. After more than an hour of work, she finally got it done.
Qiu Ju originally wanted to ask Nangong Jingnu for instructions one last time to see if her master had changed her mind, but she walked back to the door of the main hall and turned back.
Chuntao¡¯s temperament is no longer suitable for staying in the princess mansion, although the three of them have grown up together. But the master is the master, how could he allow a slave to dominate him? Are you dictating your own affairs?
Chuntao¡¯s departure from the mansion was not caused by this incident. If that were the case, he should have been sent away along with Chuntao
"The bottom line is that His Highness is tired of Chuntao in his heart. While His Highness is still thinking about the friendship from the past, it is the best ending for Chuntao."
After thinking about this, Qiu Ju wiped away her tears and walked towards Chuntao's yard.
¡°Tuk-tuk-tuk.¡±
"Chuntao, the carriage is ready, it's time"
There was no answer from inside. Qiu Ju called a few more times and then raised her hand to push the door and found that the door was locked from the inside.
"Chuntao, stop losing your temper. Open the door quickly"
Having no choice, Qiu Ju had no choice but to find the Ding family and arrange the roomGod, I am beyond redemption.
There is no turning back.
No, it should be said: From the moment Qiyan Agula became an orphan of a subjugated country, there was no turning back.
Qi Yan washed her hands and came to the main hall. The maid at the door said a deep blessing: "See you, Prince Consort."
For the first time, Qi Yan opened the door of the main hall without informing him in advance.
Nangong Jingnu was about to get angry when she saw that the person coming in was Qi Yan. She put down the tea cup in her hand: "It's you."
"Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu sighed softly: "Has Chuntao left?"
"Chuntao, she"
"Are you making trouble again? Let her go! I will definitely send her away this time!"
"Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu seemed to notice something and stood up: "What happened?"
"Chun Tao committed suicide."
On the way here, Qi Yan thought that he would not be able to face Nangong Jingnu. He would not dare to look into her eyes, or even reveal his guilty conscience.
But the fact is: she reported the news of Chuntao's death calmly, and looked at Nangong Jingnu calmly, without even changing her expression.
Is the "shaking" in the past just an illusion?
It turns out that my conscience has been completely black for a long time, and I am as invulnerable as iron stone.
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"According to the customs and rules of the Wei State, a child like Chuntao who did not even have a surname and died in such an unclear way could not be mortued.
Not only that, but her hair must be spread out to cover her appearance, and her mouth filled with rice bran. The purpose is to prevent the slaves who have polluted the feng shui of the master's family from going to the King of Hell to speak ill of the master's family.
Even if the owner is most kind-hearted, he can just reward him with a straw mat and order people to throw it into a mass grave when it gets dark.
Nangong Jingnu not only prepared a coffin for Chuntao, but also ordered people to change her shroud and prepare simple burial objects. The coffin was parked in Chuntao's yard and the servants in the mansion paid their condolences.
No one spoke out against this unreasonable "grace". Everyone is executing Nangong Jingnu¡¯s orders.
The only person in the house who dared to "disobey" Nangong Jingnu is no longer here.
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Today¡¯s update has arrived.
To tell you the truth, I have been thinking about a question since the update yesterday until just now, and that is whether I should write about the death of Chuntao.
After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to stick to my original intention regardless of whether I lose fans or not.
The reasons are as follows: 1. Respect for Chuntao. I tried to think about it from Chuntao's perspective. If I were Chuntao, I would never take 200 taels of silver and leave like this.
If Chuntao leaves like this, it will be a failure in her character creation. If she leaves like this, her somewhat reckless loyalty will become a hypocritical joke.
Her death left a heavy mark on the hearts of Qi Yan and Nangong Jingnu, which was the sublimation of the characters.
2. I want to use Chuntao's death to make Qi Yan understand what she is going to do. She is not the author and cannot do whatever she wants. She cannot control everything without the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven. Chuntao's death allowed Qi Yan to recognize herself and at the same time spurred her to grow.
3. Chuntao¡¯s death allowed Nangong Jingnu to grow up, let her understand that loyal words are offensive, and made her understand that her words can kill people. The former Nangong Jingnu was too clean. She should understand the heaviness and helplessness of life.
The above, thank you all.
There will be another update in a while. I always firmly believe that only by staying true to your original intention can you succeed.
To be honest, my temper is too soft. I wanted to let Chuntao live, but I asked myself seriously, what kind of novel did I decide to write in the first place?
I am the author, and I can let Qi Yan complete his revenge without killing an innocent person, but is that really right?
I am not willing to die this way or that death, and in the end I will turn my original intention into a piece of shit. Didn't the word "love" become a joke?
So, I¡¯m sorry everyone. bow.
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