Song Jinxiu lay on his back in the coffin, staring blankly at the dark top of the coffin.
The conversations in front of the grave that night overturned all his past perceptions. Tang Ning's questioning, Mrs. Song's viciousness, Song Hong and Empress Lu's greed, and the past he had never known about all made him feel like he was struck by lightning.
After vaguely hearing Xiao Yan and the others leaving, the coffin beneath him was lifted up, swaying and not knowing where it was going.
He banged his head against the coffin frantically, sobbing in his throat and trying to make a sound, but no one paid him any attention until the coffin landed on the ground again.
Song Jinxiu was tied up with ropes and trapped in the coffin. The surrounding space was narrow and dark, and the square inch of heaven and earth seemed to become everything to him.
He couldn't see the sun rising or setting outside, and he didn't know what night it was. The darkness swallowed up his reason bit by bit. Until he was confused, the screams of Mrs. Song and the others came from outside. , but in exchange for a sharper wail.
The side of the coffin was opened to a palm-sized area. Song Jinxiu turned his head and could see several people tied to the rack. He watched with his own eyes as the sharp blade slashed across their white thighs. Blood spattered out and thin slices of flesh fell to the ground. But the few people who were reserved in the past screamed desperately.
Song Jinxiu's face turned pale when he saw someone picking up the flesh and blood that fell on the ground. Black soap boots were walking towards the coffin. In the next moment, rich blood mixed with warm and sticky flesh was thrown in.
"vomit--"
Song Jinxiu had something in his mouth, but he still vomited. He shook his head desperately to get the thing off his face, but the blood still remained on his face, flowing down his nose and into his mouth.
Swallowing repeatedly in his throat, he almost suffocated, but the outsider just closed the opened place with a "bang".
Darkness returned to the eyes, and the screams of Mrs. Song and Empress Lu disappeared outside. The surroundings were so quiet that they could only hear their own heartbeat and breathing, as well as the strong smell of blood and sourness that could not be dissipated.
He lay there with a cold body, desperately thinking that he had stepped into hell.
But he never thought that the real hell was far more cruel than this.
Song Jinxiu was trapped in the coffin. No one gave him food or water. He could only watch the Song family being chopped up bit by bit day after day.
The square-inch area on the side is opened every day, and fresh flesh and blood are thrown in.
Song Jinxiu initially avoided them, was afraid of vomiting, and wanted to throw them far away. Later, when he didn't eat for a few days, he began to look at those things unconsciously.
He swallowed the blood flowing down his mouth subconsciously. He desperately tried to resist the extreme hunger of his body, and the "sweetness" emanating from those flesh and blood.
Later, the gag in his mouth was torn off, and there was no water or rice in his mouth for several days. Song Jinxiu's throat was so dry that he couldn't scream.
He listened numbly to the dying screams outside, and his face was pale and lifeless. He stared blankly at the things that were thrown in like the previous few days. All his will and resistance were in the flesh and blood. When it touched my mouth and slid in, it collapsed in the moment of satisfaction.
Song Jinxiu opened his mouth, swallowing wildly, with tears streaming down his face.
Reason and desire were torn apart. He vomited and swallowed again. He felt that he had gone crazy. He was a madman...
"boom--"
The top of the coffin was lifted, and the sudden influx of light made Song Jinxiu subconsciously close his eyes. There was still half a piece of flesh and blood hanging around his mouth, and his eyes were filled with tears and runny nose.
When I got through the initial unbearable glare, I vaguely saw Xiao Yan standing condescendingly next to the coffin.
Song Jinxiu's whole body collapsed instantly. He suddenly turned his head and vomited. Even though his body was tied with ropes, he still curled up into a ball.
He vomited so hard that his face was filled with tears when he raised his eyes.
"You killed me……"
"You killed me!"
Xiao Yan just looked at him, seeing him crying and crying, frightened and embarrassed, his expression became gloomy when he lowered his eyes.
"When Tang Ning was trapped in that tiny place, she cried for death just like you. She saw her mother die in front of her. She couldn't escape and could only fall into despair again and again."
Song Jinxiu glared at him and shouted hoarsely: "I didn't know about the second aunt, and I didn't know that my grandmother treated Tang Ning harshly. I didn't know anything at the time..."
Xiao Yan said coldly: "Do you not know, or do you know that you don't want to care about it?"
"Song Jinxiu, you were able to enter the court at a young age, and you were able to find a way out of desperate situations. You are so smart. You really didn't notice what happened to Tang Ning back then. I don't know what your grandmother and others did, or you were aware of it but subconsciously avoided the truth. .”
His voice was not high, but it was like bells and drums exploding in Song Jinxiu's ears.
"You selfishly know that the truth is embarrassing and may destroy the Song family once it is revealed. You coldly feel that by sacrificing a dispensable cousin, you can keep the Duke of Song's palace as rich and glorious as before."
"You realize something is wrong but you have been deceiving yourself. You know that the truth is right in front of you, but you would rather pretend not to know. You only use your youth as an excuse to whitewash the peace to preserve the peace you hope for..."
"I didn't! I'm not!!"
Song Jinxiu's ears were buzzing, as if all disguises had been torn away, and he screamed with blood, but when he met Xiao Yan's eyes, he subconsciously avoided them.
After the coffins of the second uncle and the second aunt were returned, they should have been placed in the front hall for worship, but instead the coffins were placed in the ancestral hall and strictly guarded and no one was allowed to come near. He had experienced this before suspicious.
Later, the second aunt and the others were buried in a hurry, and a large number of servants were killed in the mansion. Tang Ning was taken to another hospital unconscious, and then "fell ill". Even the second aunt and the others were not present when they were buried.
When he went to visit her more than a month later, the originally lively little girl's eyes were numb, her limbs were stiff, as if she had been removed from the soul, and even her words had a pale and dead air.
He remembered that Tang Ning once held on to the corner of his clothes and refused to let go, and once called him "brother" in a pleading manner.
He clearly saw the bruises on her arms when her sleeves fell off, the tears in her eyes that did not dare to fall, and the fear of the slaves who trembled when they came even slightly closer.
But he never asked a question.
All the sophistry was stuck in his throat. For the first time, Song Jinxiu faced his own selfishness and indifference so clearly, with not even a trace of blood left on his already pale face.
Xiao Yan's expression was calm and deserted.
"In the past, you always stood on a high ground and felt that Tang Ning's grievances were not worth mentioning. You always felt that she was cruel and said again and again that she should not kill the Song family."
"She just wants to cut off the relationship with you, but you are always entangled in her. As a brother, you always say that you know you are wrong, but at the same time you hold on to her."
"It seems that if you make a mistake, she should let go of all her resentment and make peace with you. Now let you experience it for yourself. What is life worse than death?"
