frightfiction Chapter 1192 You Have Been Jealous of Me Since Childhood
Chapter 1192 You Have Been Jealous of Me Since Childhood
Deep in the sky prison, the smell of decay and mildew, mixed with the scent of blood and despair, was as thick as insoluble ink.
Water droplets condensed on the cold stone wall, and the "dripping" sound of water falling to the ground created a chilling rhythm in the dead silence.
The only source of light was the dim, flickering oil lamp at the jailer's station at the end of the passage.
Dragging the long, slippery stone steps into deeper shadows.
Shen Zhinian was wrapped in a brocade cloak with the hood pulled down low, covering most of her face and leaving only her beautifully contoured jaw exposed.
Fuqiu was holding a small glass palace lantern, and the faint warm light could barely illuminate the slippery steps under her feet.
Xiao Mingzi led the way. Wherever he passed, the guards on duty held their breath and lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.
The further you go in, the colder it gets and the more polluted and suffocating the air becomes.
The death row area where serious criminals are held is like a den of evil.
The heavy iron door was opened silently, and an indescribable stench hit me in the face.
"My lady, this is the room."
Xiao Mingzi reported in a low voice, and his voice caused a slight echo in the empty corridor.
Fuqiu raised the palace lantern slightly, and the dim light barely illuminated the cramped space in the cell.
In the corner, Shen Nanqiao curled up on the stone floor covered with a thin layer of moldy straw.
The plain brocade dress that once symbolized her status as an official's wife had long been stained with blood and dust, its color unrecognizable, and tightly wrapped around her frail body.
She was like an empty shell with her soul sucked out, her eyes fixed dully on the cell wall, where a single hole in the iron window let in a faint ray of light.
That little bit of light was so cold that it had no warmth at all.
Shen Nanqiao's nails scratched unconsciously on the stone slab beneath him, making a slight and harsh "crunch" sound and leaving shallow white marks.
She has always been thinking of someone in her heart——
Shuro!
The poisoning of Concubine Chen has been exposed. Will Xiu Lang ignore her?
no, I can not!
Knowing that she was caught, he would definitely find a way to save her!
Xiu Lang promised her that he would take her far away...
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Shen Nanqiao shuddered violently, like a frightened trapped animal. He subconsciously curled up tighter and buried his head deeply in his arms.
She dared not look.
Is the person coming the jailer delivering the last meal?
Or... are you here to interrogate the cruel official who tortured people?
The footsteps stepped steadily on the wet, cold stone ground, approaching step by step, and finally stopped in front of Shen Nanqiao.
A faint and elegant fragrance that was incompatible with the filthy prison drifted into her nose.
This aroma...
Shen Nanqiao's body was stiff and he raised his head very slowly in disbelief.
Against the dim light outside the prison door, a slender and graceful figure stood quietly. The hem of her palace dress shone softly in the dim light, and the hem was spotless.
The man was wearing a thick black cloak with gold weaving. The half of his face exposed under the hood looked particularly fair and calm in the shadows.
Only those slightly raised fox eyes shone faintly in the dimness, looking down at her calmly.
It’s Shen Zhinian!
Messy hair stuck to Shen Nanqiao's haggard face. Her eyes were surprisingly bright in the dim light, but they were filled with turbid bloodshot and an almost insane obsession.
Shen Nanqiao stared intently at the figure at the door, wrapped in a cloak, which looked particularly noble and mysterious in the dim light.
Her pupils first contracted violently, and then burst into a terrifying light!
"Sister?! It's you! You came to see me!"
Shen Nanqiao's voice was filled with a kind of morbid ecstasy and indescribable excitement!
She used her hands and feet to try to crawl over, and the heavy shackles dragged on the ground, making a harsh clanking sound.
She forced a twisted, trying-to-be-intimate smile on her face, and her voice became hurried and inflected: "I knew it! I knew you wouldn't ignore me!"
"We are sisters! Even if our bones are broken, our tendons are still connected!"
"Sister, please let them let me out! This... this is not a place for people to stay!"
"I'm innocent! I didn't do anything, let alone poison you, sister!"
Shen Nanqiao spoke incoherently, tears streaming down her face, trying to impress Shen Zhinian with sisterly affection. It was as if she had completely forgotten how she had deliberately plotted to kill her.
Shen Zhinian's expression could not be seen under the hood, only the edge of the cloak outlined a cold contour in the dim light.
She raised her hand and slowly lifted the hood.
Under the dim light, that charming face was revealed, with skin whiter than snow and eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting.
It formed a shocking contrast with the filthy and desperate environment in the cell.
Shen Zhinian's eyes were calm and peaceful, like a bottomless cold pond.
When he looked at Shen Nanqiao, there was no anger, no resentment, and not even a trace of pity.
There is only a kind of indifference like looking down at the dust.
This indifference made Shen Nanqiao feel colder in his heart than any hatred.
"Let you out?"
Shen Zhinian's voice rang out, clear and melodious, like shattering jade. It was remarkably clear in the dead silence of the cell, carrying a calmness bordering on cruelty. "Lu Shen, you committed treason and murder, and poisoned the imperial concubine. Every single one of these is irrefutable."
"The law of the country is clear, how can it be a joke?"
The ecstasy and pleading on Shen Nanqiao's face froze in an instant.
She looked at Shen Zhinian's eyes, which were cold and without a trace of warmth, and a huge panic gripped her.
Perhaps because he knew that playing the emotional card was useless, Shen Nanqiao straightened his back suddenly like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
Her messy hair, like dry grass, stuck to her sweaty forehead, and her eyes burst with poisonous hatred: "So, you came here to laugh at me?!"
"Shen Zhinian! You won! Are you satisfied now?! You can kill me or chop me up as you please!"
Shen Zhinian's eyes slowly swept across Shen Nanqiao's face. There was no triumph of a winner in his eyes, nor any disguised pity.
There was only a kind of calmness that was almost scrutinizing, as if looking at an old object that had long lost its value.
"kill you?"
Shen Zhinian's voice was clear and distinct, remarkably clear in the deathly silent cell: "If you intend to poison the imperial concubine, I will punish you according to the law. Why dirty my hands?"
"Poison?"
Shen Nanqiao looked like he had just heard a huge joke. His bloodshot eyes stared at Shen Zhinian, and he denied it hysterically: "I didn't do that! You're slandering me!"
"It's you! You framed me! Shen Zhinian, you will not die a good death!"
She struggled violently, the heavy shackles on her wrists rattling. Her skinny fingers grabbed Shen Zhinian, with the despair of dying together: "You are jealous of me!"
"You've been jealous of me since you were little!"
"You hate that my mother is the legal wife, and your biological mother is just a concubine who is not worthy of being on the stage!"
"So you used such despicable means to harm me! You..."
Shen Zhinian interrupted Shen Nanqiao's crazy accusations as if she had heard a huge joke: "I am jealous of you?"