A Suicide Note
Lin Shu ordered someone to bring a pen, paper, and a small table into the cell.
He sat cross-legged opposite Ji Yunshu.
Outside the cell, there were two young jailers standing.
Supervision!
Lin Shu tugged at his sleeve with one hand and ground it with the other before picking up the pen and saying, "Miss Ji, if you have anything to say, just say it. I'll write it down for you."
Excellent attitude!
Ji Yunshu stared at the white paper in front of her, then at the two jailers outside, before turning the straw between her fingers and thinking seriously.
"Actually... if I really want to say my last words, there's not much to say. After all, I have no family, no colleagues, and I don't know any of my neighbors. I do know a few of the embroidery aunties on the street, but they have relatives and I have nothing to do with them. The only one I have any connections with is Prince Rong, but I really can't bear to give him this suicide note. But... I can't just leave no last words, right?" She pondered.
Lin Shu did not rush her and continued to wait.
When the ink on the tip of the pen dried, he dipped it into the inkstone.
Ji Yunshu's eyes finally lit up. "Oh yes, I do have something to say, but it might be a little long. I hope Lord Lin doesn't mind."
"It's fine, go ahead."
She cleared her throat. "I left two sandalwood boxes in Bamboo Creek Garden. One contains painting tools, and the other contains various types of knives. If I die, it would be a pity to leave them there. Hmm... I want to leave the painting tools for Miss Tang of Yuhua Pavilion. She has an impatient personality and likes to act impulsively at times. If I leave this painting tool to her, I hope she can calm down. After all, if she and Mo Ruo marry in the future, they can't fight and kill for the rest of their lives, right? At this point, I still have a few words for Mo Ruo. Fortunately, he helped me along the way from the capital to Yufu. I should have formally thanked him in front of him, but now I can only write it in my suicide note. Although the words are cold, my sincerity is still very strong... "
Lin Shu buried himself in writing.
Ji Yunshu stopped, worried that he could not keep up, so she asked, "Lord Lin, am I talking too much?"
"Not bad, not bad." After finishing the last stroke, he put away his brush and fanned the paper to dry the ink before handing it over to Ji Yunshu. "Take a look. Is there anything else that needs to be added?"
She took them and looked through them one by one. Her brows inadvertently furrowed a few times and she shook her head. "No, let's write something else."
After saying that, she tore the paper in her hand that was densely written with words.
Thus, Lin Shu started writing again.
This time, Ji Yunshu simply explained a few things.
After he finished writing, Lin Shu showed it to her.
He was satisfied.
She couldn't help but praise, "Official Lin is truly talented and knowledgeable. My words were so messy, yet you organized them so well. Your handwriting is also very neat."
"You're too polite!" Lin Shu began to pack his things and folded his will. "If Miss Ji has nothing else to say, I'll take my leave first."
"Thank you, Lord Lin."
Lin Shu did not say much. He patted his dusty sleeves and got up to leave the cell.
From the beginning to the end, the two of them did not interact much, as if they had never met in Mingshan Academy.
After Lin Shu left, the jailer closed the door of the cell.
In the dark cell, Ji Yunshu's expression was calm. The long straw in her hand was slowly bent.
She looked at the torn will on the messy straw. She could vaguely see a few complete words on the scattered pieces of paper.
Tomorrow, midnight, preparation, execution …
These words did not come from her mouth. They were written by Lin Shu himself.
Just in case, she picked up the pieces and tore them again.
This time, it was really dregs!
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.
The bufotoxin was acting up again!
She bent her knees and took out the medicine bottle that Mo Ruo had left for her from her sleeve. With trembling hands, she took out a pill from the bottle and placed it in her palm. But … she stared at the pill for a long time, gritted her teeth, and stuffed the pill back into the bottle. Her sweaty forehead rested on her knees.
Soon, the pain gradually spread throughout her body. She bit her pale lips and tugged at her clothes, almost tearing and tearing the fabric on her body.
She wanted to see if she could endure it.
…
On the other side, Lin Shu handed the will to Jing Yi.
The words on the will were densely packed, and the things that were explained were dispensable.
It was a mess!
Lin Shu asked, "Your Highness, when will this will be delivered?"
Jing Yi sneered. "When Miss Ji's head rolls on the ground, you will personally deliver it to Prince Rong's estate."
"Yes."
"Alright, you can leave first."
"Yes." Lin Shu was very obedient and silently retreated.
At this time, Dou Quan entered the room.
Jing Yi asked, "Is there any movement in Prince Rong's estate?"
"It's very quiet."
"Very quiet?"
"Prince Rong didn't enter the palace, nor did he go to the Ministry of Justice. The people in Prince Rong's estate also didn't move in secret." Dou Quan was worried. "Your Highness, could there be a trap?"
Jing Yi pondered and shook his head. "If there is a trap, Prince Rong's estate wouldn't be so quiet. He cares so much about his Teacher Ji, how could he not save him?"
"What about Your Highness?"
"In short, keep a close watch. Report to me immediately if there is any movement."
"Yes."
"Right, how is War Secretary Ji's arrangement?" Jing Yi asked again.
"War Secretary Ji has secretly mobilized a lot of troops and several generals. They have already taken control of both the inside and outside of the capital. Once Your Highness gives the order, they can close the gates."
Jing Yi was satisfied. "Very good. Now the palace is also under my control. As long as I keep a close watch on Jing Rong and don't make any mistakes, in a few days, the throne … will be mine."
His gloomy face was suffused with a monstrous desire for power.
The throne, he was determined to have it.
However, he didn't expect that even on the second day, Prince Rong's estate was still very quiet.
In the blink of an eye, the time to execute Ji Yunshu had come.
In the prison of the Ministry of Justice.
Two jailers were ordered to bring her away.
Ji Yunshu's hair was disheveled. She was lying on the stinking straw. Her face was deathly pale and her eyes were squinted weakly.
She looked like a pile of mud!
The jailer said, "His Excellency has ordered us to take you to the execution ground."
Ji Yunshu was so weak that she couldn't make a sound.
The two jailers stepped forward and dragged her all the way to the execution ground.
She knelt on the execution platform. Both her hands were tied behind her back and a tablet was inserted into her back. Her body couldn't bend, and her head drooped down weakly. Her long hair was scattered, covering her dirty face.
This time, the executioner was Lord Li. He looked at the dying Ji Yunshu kneeling on the platform and broke out in a cold sweat.
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