NFBE Chapter 433 You...are copying scriptures with blood
Chapter 433 You...are copying scriptures with blood
"Stop hitting!"
Gao Xian suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead already soaked with cold sweat.
He struggled to wake up from his dream.
He stared at the top of the tent, remaining motionless for a long time.
For a moment, I couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams.
My fingertips gripped the blankets tightly, the images from my dream still vivid in my mind.
He sat up, took a few deep breaths, and his heartbeat gradually calmed down.
But the dull pain in my chest lingered for a long time.
The dream was fake, but I can't forget that heart-wrenching feeling of powerlessness.
It was etched deeply into his memory like a knife.
Gao Xian immediately got off the couch, almost pounced on the low table, picked up the brush, and prepared to continue copying the scriptures with his blood.
With each word he wrote, he felt a little more at ease.
However, when he was about to dip the inkstone in the ink, he found that the blood inside had dried.
Seeing this, Gao Xian skillfully picked up the dagger beside him.
He raised his hand and rolled up his sleeve high, revealing a section of his thin arm.
With a light slash of the dagger in his hand, red beads of blood gushed from the wound.
Fresh blood dripped into the inkstone.
He raised his arm slightly, his fingers deftly twisting the dagger, squeezing the blood into the inkstone.
One drop, two drops, until there is enough blood ink.
He put down the knife, lowered his eyes, and casually wrapped the wound with a silk handkerchief.
Gao Xian picked up his brush again, dipped it in blood ink, but had not yet written a single word.
A servant's voice came from the doorway reporting.
"Your Majesty, the young mistress of the Xie family requests an audience!"
Gao Xian paused, his hand holding the calligraphy brush still.
The drop of blood on the pen tip fell straight down, spreading a red stain on the white silk.
outside the temple.
"Let her in." A somewhat weak voice came from inside the hall.
Yuan Xi, who was guarding the door, bowed and said softly, "Please, Madam of the Heir Apparent."
Qin Jiuwei stood at the entrance of the palace, her brows slightly furrowed.
I felt a little uneasy.
Finally, she pursed her lips and walked inside.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Xi immediately turned around.
The heavy door made a low thud and then slowly opened inward.
Qin Jiu hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.
The hall was dimly lit, with only a few candles burning.
As soon as Qin Jiuwei stepped into the hall, she smelled a strong stench of blood.
She frowned slightly, looked around, and then her gaze fell on Gao Xian, who was sitting next to the desk.
He was looking down, his right hand holding a brush, writing something on a roll of white silk.
His left arm hung limply to the side, with faint traces of blood seeping from his sleeve.
It dripped onto the ground, staining a small patch of carpet red.
"Your Majesty, your arm is bleeding!" Qin Jiuwei exclaimed instinctively.
What is Gao Xian doing?
Upon hearing her voice, Gao Xian paused, then slowly looked up at her.
He frowned slightly, his gaze lingering on Qin Jiuwei's face for a moment.
I haven't seen her in a long time.
She's gotten a bit thinner, perhaps because the weather is getting warmer...
A few breaths later, Gao Xian slowly regained his senses and said softly, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Qin Jiuwei subconsciously took a few steps forward, but her gaze was drawn to the scriptures on the table beside her.
She was stunned for a moment.
On the white silk on the table, there were words written in bright red!
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be written in blood!
Every stroke and line is shocking!
Qin Jiuwei paused slightly and looked up at Gao Xian.
My gaze fell on his face and saw that he was pale and his hair at his temples was damp with sweat.
"You...are copying scriptures with your blood?"
Her voice trembled as she spoke in disbelief.
Almost immediately, she understood what the Empress Dowager meant.
Why is that?
Upon hearing this, Gao Xian placed the brush in his hand on the brush holder and lowered his gaze to the table.
He remained silent for a moment, his voice low and hoarse.
"Atonement."
Gao Xian smiled bitterly and looked up at her. "In my past life, I was the one who ordered your death. This is a sin."
Qin Jiuwei was surprised that he would suddenly bring this up, and her brow twitched upon hearing this.
"The past is gone. What's the point of things being like this now?"
Gao Xian shook his head, his gaze deep.
"The past is past, but the debt I owe you has not yet been settled."
"Recently, I've been having a lot of dreams about you from my past life."
"Just now, I dreamt of how, in my past life when you were still a noble lady, those concubines humiliated you and beat you..."
As he spoke, guilt and anger gradually filled his eyes.
"I dreamt that you were forced to kneel on the ground, your cheeks swollen and red, and no one came forward to speak for you. I could only watch from the sidelines, unable to do anything..."
As Qin Jiuwei listened, her thoughts drifted away, as if she were suddenly pulled back to her past life.
"That did indeed happen."
She looked at the flickering candlelight in front of her and spoke slowly.
“When I entered the palace in my previous life, I was the highest-ranking among the newcomers. The concubines were jealous of me and, seeing that I had no family background to rely on, they bullied me at will.”
“They humiliated my family background, belittled my origins, and even insulted me in public, not even sparing my maids.”