Translator: Mr Voltaire Editor: Modlawls123
The night Jing Yi was locked up in the imperial prison, Jing Rong went to see him.
He dismissed all the guards in the prison.
He carried two jugs of wine outside the cell.
Inside, there was a relatively clean blanket and a sturdy, simple table. On top of it, there was an oil lamp, a pot of tea, and three upside-down cups. Jing Yi sat inside, holding a thin wooden stick in his hand as he wrote something on the ground.
Jing Rong knocked on the wooden stump.
Hearing this, the person inside stopped what he was doing and raised his sunken eyes to meet Jing Rong's gaze. Then, his gaze slowly moved down to the two jugs of wine in Jing Rong's hands.
Jing Rong smiled disdainfully. "Everyone says that when the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden; when the cunning rabbit is dead, the hound is cooked. “
"This is your favorite peach blossom wine." Jing Rong's voice was low.
"You're really considerate."
Jing Rong didn't reply. He took out the key, opened the cell door, and walked in.
He stood in front of Jing Yi.
Beside his feet were the words Jing Yi had just written – Demons and Monsters.
His handwriting was neat and clear.
Jing Rong smiled, walked to the table, and sat down. He opened the two jugs of wine he brought and filled the two upside-down cups to the brim.
He pushed one of the cups to the opposite side.
Jing Yi threw away the wooden stick in his hand, propped himself up, and sat opposite Jing Rong. He looked at the wine in front of him.
He understood!
He understood everything!
Thus, he raised the cup to his nose and sniffed it. His brows relaxed, and he tilted his head back to pour the wine down his throat.
As the wine entered his throat, his whole body felt comfortable.
"This is really good wine."
Jing Rong poured another cup for him.
Jing Rong drained it in one gulp.
Jing Yi licked the remaining wine on the corner of his lips. Suddenly, he clicked his tongue a few times and put down the cup. He narrowed his eyes and sighed. "Jing Rong, if we had never been born into an imperial family, we might have been the best of brothers. It's a pity that life doesn't always go according to our wishes. From the moment we were born, we were destined to compete. This is fate, and no one can change it."
Jing Rong's eyes darkened. "Fate is in the hands of the heavens. The choice is in our own hands."
"Choice? Jing Rong, do you really think we have a choice? " Jing Yi's eyes narrowed. He leaned forward and said seriously, "From the moment we were born, we were Imperial Father's chess pieces. You are the white piece, and I am the black piece. We can only win or lose. This is our fate as chess pieces. If we don't want to be manipulated by others, we can only become the people who throw the chess pieces. Only then can we control the situation. Whoever we want to win will win, and whoever we want to lose will lose. “
Although his words were righteous and stern, his tone was no longer as vicious as before.
Jing Rong's face was calm and emotionless. He only asked, "Then, do you feel any guilt in your heart now?"
"Guilt? Since I don't regret it, why would I feel guilty? " Jing Yi teased, "If there really is such a thing, then it's just a pity. It's a pity that Miss Ji, such a talented and legendary woman, ended up becoming a soul under my blade. Back then, if she had been willing to work for me, she wouldn't have fallen to such a state. Although I lost, it was worth it to make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
Jing Yi raised an eyebrow.
Jing Rong didn't get angry. His eyes were calm and unruffled. He stared at the cup of wine in front of him and said, "Jing Yi, in your heart, you know better than anyone else that a loss is a loss."
"I admit that I lost, but Jing Rong …" Jing Yi suddenly laughed and continued, "Like I said, as long as the throne is still there, the wind in the palace will never stop."
"…"
"Don't tell me … you didn't suspect that there was someone else besides you and me?"
Ah!
Jing Rong asked, "What are you trying to say?"
"My men of sacrifice never wear any jade pendants. But half a year ago, among the people who tried to kill you in Jinjiang, one of them wore a jade pendant. Don't you think it's strange? Also, the Ministry of Personnel's memorial was obviously aimed at me. Even the ministers suddenly recommended me to be the crown prince. All of this was outside of my control. Because of this, Imperial Father became suspicious of me and summoned you back to the capital. It's clear that there's someone helping you behind the scenes! But does that person really want to help you? Or does that person want to reap the benefits when you return to the capital and fight with me? I'm afraid you have to think about it carefully. "
His tone was strange and made people panic.
When Jing Rong heard this, a trace of suspicion appeared in his eyes.
And that Miss Mu Jin, who did she work for?
Who … was behind this?
Was it friend or foe?
But now, he didn't have the heart to care about these things. He looked at the serious Jing Yi in front of him and frowned. "Jing Yi, if there's a next life, hope doesn't exist."
Hope doesn't exist!
With that, he stood up and left.
"Jing Rong." Jing Yi suddenly called out.
Jing Yi stopped and turned his back to him.
"Can you promise me one thing?"
"Speak."
Jing Yi took a deep breath and smiled. "Imperial Mother once said that the Dong River is her hometown. She often says that she wants to go back and see the kapok that fills the sky in spring, as well as the big mulberry tree at home. I wonder … if you can take me back to the Dong River? I also want to see the kapok and the big mulberry tree that Imperial Mother mentioned. "
After a long time …
Jing Rong said, "Alright."
"Xuan 'er is about to get married. Imperial Mother and I can't send her off. Can you … send her off on my behalf?" Jing Yi choked with emotion.
"Alright."
"And … thank you!"
Jing Rong's body trembled and his hands clenched into fists.
Then, he left.
In the prison, Jing Yi stood up and looked at the four characters he had written on the floor. His imperial father's words flashed through his mind.
"Jing Yi, do you know how many people in this world have learned to write 'demons and monsters' but don't understand the principles behind it?"
"This son doesn't understand either."
"You must remember, those who want to achieve great things cannot be influenced by others. You must not listen to slander or falsehood. Only you can decide your own fate."
Jing Yi nodded. "Yes, this son will remember. I will avoid demons and monsters. To achieve great things, I will rely on myself."
He still remembered the smile on his imperial father's face.
It was a smile of admiration.
The memory slowly dissipated. Jing Yi looked up at the narrow window in the prison. The light seemed to be divided into many rays and shone on his face.
Until his eyes slowly fell down and his body fell down.
All that was left was the blood that flowed from his mouth …
Buddha said that a greedy person would never be able to catch the flowing water, because the more you used your strength, the faster the water would flow through your fingers. Therefore, someone asked Buddha if a person whose hands were stained with blood could turn back to the shore. Buddha said yes! Others asked Buddha, what was evil? What was good? Buddha said that if the heart was good, it was good. If the heart was evil, it was evil.
Then, how could a person whose hands were stained with blood and whose heart was evil repent?
When Buddha looked at the world, it was a catastrophe. When people looked at Buddha, it was an illusion.
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