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If I draw Cold Poison into my own body, I will undoubtedly die. But if I can exchange my life for the lives of Shen Moxuan and Liu Yu, I think it is worth it.
I once again arrived at the Prison of Heaven. Liu Yu had already been tortured to the point of being covered in wounds. His head hung low, as if he had already fainted. I signaled for Seventeen and the others to step back, then slowly walked towards Liu Yu.
I reached out to brush his hair aside and softly called, “Liu Yu.” He lifted his head and looked at me coldly. He no longer addressed me as Elder Sister. “Lin Qingyao, are you here to kill me?”
“Why would I want to kill you?” I asked him.
“Aren't you here to take revenge for Shen Moxuan?” Liu Yu retorted.
“Who are you?” I inquired.
Liu Yu let out a cold laugh. “My surname is Zhao.” It turned out he really was the son of King Chengqing.
“What is your name?” I already knew the answer in my heart, but still wanted to hear him say it.
Liu Yu turned his face away, no longer looking at me.
“I am about to die; let me die with clarity,” I said painfully.
“Liu Yu,” he replied.
“Good,” I said. “Liu Yu, I know you approached me for revenge; I killed your father, and it is only natural for you to seek vengeance for him.”
Liu Yu turned his head and looked at me. “I never thought about killing you.”
I shook my head. “Our positions are different; our destinies are different.”
“I have killed many good people, but I have never regretted it because it was my choice,” I told Liu Yu.
“Today, I will pay for your father's life; I do not regret it, nor do I hate it. There is only one thing I ask of you, and I hope you can grant it.”
"You speak," Liu Yu said.
"After I die, do not harm Shen Moxuan anymore. The people need stability, and I hope for your safety," I replied.
"Did you succeed?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?" Liu Yu countered.
"The matter of administering Cold Poison," I said.
"Yes," Liu Yu nodded.
"Do you know that death is not frightening to me?" I continued.
"I know," Liu Yu said.
"What I fear is only your punishment of me," I stated.
"I never thought of punishing you," Liu Yu said quickly, looking at me with eyes full of concern and deep guilt.
"Then Ants Devouring the Heart—the feeling of trembling all over, once experienced, is enough to be remembered for a lifetime," I remarked.
"Qing Yao..." Liu Yu called out to me.
"I will go ahead; I hope you live well, and may we not meet on the road to the underworld," I said.
"Why?" Liu Yu asked me.
"Because it would be unpleasant," I replied, and without looking back, I left.
With each step, it felt as if my heart was being torn apart, the pain unbearable.
"Qing Yao," Liu Yu called out to me again.
I turned around, "What is it?"
"The Wooden Hairpin boiled in water can cure Ice Poison," Liu Yu's voice was weak but clearly reached my ears.
I suddenly turned back, looking at him in disbelief—Wooden Hairpin... that Wooden Hairpin had already...
I rushed back, disregarding the blood on him, and held him tightly.
Tears streamed down from the corners of my eyes, dripping onto his shoulder.
"Thank you," I said.
The Wooden Hairpin had long turned to ashes, but Liu Yu's words gave me redemption.
I kissed Liu Yu, saying, "Live well, and do not let my death be in vain."
I released Liu Yu and resolutely turned to leave, my heart no longer filled with despair but rather with a sense of relief.
I have no regrets in this life because I loved him, and he loved me.
Liu Yu, my husband.
This farewell between us will last a lifetime.
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