In the grand scheme of national affairs, how do personal grudges measure up?
Can Yuwen Huaji die now?
If he dies, the Imperial Court will tremble, and the chaotic times will become even more tumultuous.
Yet... how many have seen Wei Zhenzhen's blood-covered face still marred by hidden agony and humiliation?
The body has stopped moving.
Only large patches of foul blood continue to unravel, flowing down like rain along the tiles...
The pitch-black blood, carrying corroded flesh, trickling down from the fifth-floor eaves to the fourth-floor, then the third, second, first floor....
Landing on the courtyard ground, falling upon the flowers and grasses, causing them to blacken, rot, and die, leaving a scorched patch of wasteland.
What a terrifying poison indeed.
Only tattered clothes and shoes remain on the tiles.
No remains. (Surely someone will curse me for being too cruel again, for tormenting others... well, for the sake of the plot, endure it and it will pass.)
