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Chapter 71, Nine Lifetimes: She Came from a Sea of Blood, Madly Criticizing a Poisonous Scheme to
Chapter 71 She Came from a Sea of Blood: A Madwoman's Critique of a Poisonous Scheme to Destroy a Powerful Minister
After the prime minister was imprisoned, his life was completely different. The contrast between his former prestige and his current miserable state was like a "major car crash".
Back in the day, the Prime Minister was incredibly powerful in his residence. During meals, the table was laden with delicacies, including dragon liver and phoenix marrow, bear paws and orangutan lips. With just a glance from him, the servants would be busy as bees.
The maids and servants were like a group of little followers, surrounding him and fawning over him. He didn't even have to lift a finger to pick up food; someone would specially bring it to his mouth. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
His departures were always grand affair, with an eight-bearer sedan chair carried steadily. A servant shouted at the top of his lungs, "The Prime Minister has arrived! All irrelevant people, please make way!" The people were so frightened that they quickly gave way. He sat in the sedan chair, his nostrils practically pointing to the sky, as if he were the local emperor of the capital.
But now, this cell is dark and damp, a veritable giant stinking ditch. The walls are covered in moss, like green slugs, it's disgusting to look at.
Every now and then, a large rat would squeak and run by, its shifty eyes making one feel uneasy.
The prime minister's prison uniform was so black it could be used as a mirror, and it was so stiff it could probably be used for self-defense. It also emitted a strange smell that was a mixture of spoiled food, sewage, and sweat, making people want to vomit up their leftovers.
He spent all day pacing around this tiny cell, muttering to himself, "Someone must have framed me. When I get out, I'll arrest all those guys and torture them severely, so they'll know what happens when they offend me!"
As he spoke, he waved his fist, as if he could already see his "enemies" kneeling before him, begging for mercy and crying for their parents. Little did he know that his fate had long been sealed, and his chance to turn things around was as nonexistent as the clean clothes on his body.
That day, the prison door was violently opened with a loud bang, and a blinding light shot into the cell like an arrow, startling the prime minister so much that he squinted and instinctively shielded his eyes with his hand.
Luo Qingci strode in, accompanied by a group of fierce-looking guards. Today, she wore a long black robe embroidered with intricate gold patterns. With each step she took, the patterns seemed to come alive, shimmering with dazzling light, as if proclaiming her power and inviolability.
Her hair was piled high, with a gold hairpin inlaid with rubies inserted diagonally, which made her features look even more exquisite, yet also revealed a sharpness that was chilling. Compared to the soft and cute girl who used to have two dimples on her cheeks when she smiled and spoke softly like a docile little rabbit, it was like day and night.
The prime minister didn't recognize her at first. He yelled in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? How dare you come here and cause trouble? Do you know who I am? I am the prime minister! If you know what's good for you, release me right now and apologize. Otherwise, you'll be in for a world of hurt when I get out of here!"
He was still immersed in his "prime minister dream," completely unaware of the situation before him. His expression seemed to say that he was still the powerful figure who could control everything.
Luo Qingci's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking expression that was neither a smile nor a frown. She slowly said, "Oh ho, Prime Minister, it hasn't been that long since we last met. Has this distinguished person already forgotten things? What, you don't even recognize me?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her fair, jade-like fingers and gently tore off the disguise mask on her face, which slowly fell off like a falling leaf. "Open your eyes wide and take a good look. I am not some delicate and weak beauty. I am Luo Qingci, the last surviving member of the Luo family, whose entire clan was cruelly slaughtered by you back then!"
The prime minister's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. His expression shifted from surprise to terror in an instant, and his body trembled violently as if struck by an invisible electric current. He roared, "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How are you still alive? You little wretch, I'll kill you! I'll tear you to pieces!"
He roared wildly as he lunged at Luo Qingci like a mad bull, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
But as soon as he moved, two strong guards grabbed him like a chicken and threw him back into the corner without mercy. He fell face-first into the mud, choking on the dust in the cell. He looked like a stray dog with a broken leg.
Luo Qingci looked at him with disdain in her eyes and snorted softly. The sound was soft, but it was like a sharp knife stabbing into the Prime Minister's heart: "Hmph, with your current wretched state, you're not even as good as an ant, and you still want to kill me? Have you been locked up in this cell so long that your brain has become muddled and you're having daydreams?"
It's too late, it's all too late! All those cronies who colluded with you and were always thinking about how to benefit themselves, as well as those spies who hid in the dark corners of the capital like rats, were all uprooted by my father, my elder brother, and me like pulling up radishes.
We have completely cut off all of your family's sources of income and business dealings, like severing the vital point of a venomous snake. Now, you are a bunch of penniless, destitute people, hated by everyone, and you can forget about ever turning your lives around!
Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato about to burst open. His finger pointed at the celadon porcelain, trembling incessantly.
It was as if that finger itself was protesting in response to his anger and despair: "You... how dare you! Do you know what you're doing? You're courting death! I won't let you go! Even if I die, I'll haunt you as a ghost!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Luo Qingci sneered, her laughter carrying the chill of winter, sending shivers down one's spine. She took an elegant yet oppressive step closer, her powerful aura like an invisible mountain, causing the Prime Minister to unconsciously shrink back like a frightened mouse.
"And another thing, your precious daughter, Consort Shu, also died at my hands. Didn't you always cherish her, treating her like a precious gem? Watching her despairingly break down and commit suicide in the cold palace, how did you, as her father, feel? Didn't you feel like you were being pricked by a thousand needles, in unbearable pain?"
Upon hearing the news of his beloved daughter's death, the Prime Minister completely broke down. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared like a beast about to go berserk, "I'll fight you to the death! I'll make you pay with your life for my daughter's death! I'll tear you to pieces!"
He shouted and struggled frantically, kicking his arms and legs, trying to break free from the guards' restraints, but the two guards were like two towering mountains, holding him firmly down and preventing him from moving.
Luo Qingci remained calm and unhurried, taking out a delicate little blue-and-white porcelain bottle from her wide sleeves and gently shaking it in her hand, as if she were teasing a poor little pet.
The porcelain bottle contained a colorless, odorless, and undetectable poison that she had meticulously crafted. This poison, like her revenge plan, was silent yet deadly.
"Your Excellency, please don't be so agitated. Here, have some 'tea' to calm down." With that, she gave the guards behind her a wink, as if to say, "It's your turn to perform. Give this Your Excellency a good 'service'."
The guards immediately understood and pounced on him like well-trained wolves. One of them held the prime minister's shoulder tightly, while the other forcibly pried open his mouth and poured the poison from the porcelain bottle down his throat.
The prime minister continued his curses, his voice hoarse with anger and despair, like sandpaper being rubbed: "You wicked woman, I'll haunt you even as a ghost... I curse you to a terrible death..."
Luo Qingci simply smiled at him, a smile devoid of warmth, like ice that had never melted in a thousand years: "Prime Minister, enjoy yourself. In a few days, you will be able to reunite with your beloved daughter in the underworld. When that time comes, remember to thank me properly for allowing you and your daughter to be reunited sooner. Perhaps you can even continue to dream your sweet dreams on the road to the Yellow Springs."
Just when the prime minister thought he was going to die in such a humiliating way, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
Panting heavily, he said, "You think you've really won? Haha, it wasn't just me who betrayed your Luo family back then, but also your aunt's cousins! They coveted the wealth and glory of my Prime Minister's mansion and told me all your whereabouts and secrets!"
Upon hearing this, Luo Qingci's previously calm face flashed with shock. Then, a surge of anger ignited within her, and her eyes grew even colder, as if they could freeze a person to death.
Her hands clenched unconsciously, her knuckles turning white, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain. "What did you say?" Her voice was low and dangerous, like the rumble of thunder before a storm.
Seeing her reaction, the Prime Minister seemed extremely satisfied and burst into maniacal laughter: "Haha, you didn't expect that, did you! Your dear cousins sold out your entire clan for money!"
Luo Qingci took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her body still couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She secretly vowed in her heart: "Cousin, since you dare to do such a thing, don't blame me for being ruthless. I will tear your whole family to pieces and add another blood debt to my Luo family!"
At this moment, she was like an enraged mother beast, exuding a chilling aura, and her crazy and cruel queenly demeanor was fully revealed.
After emerging from the cell, Aomori Takumi anxiously approached. He was tall and imposing, over eight feet tall, like a towering mountain, giving off a strong sense of oppression.
He was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit embroidered with dark gold patterns, which made him appear even more cold and aloof, like the Grim Reaper emerging from the darkness.
But at this moment, his eyes were full of tenderness and concern as he looked at Luo Qingci. His gaze was like the warm sun in winter, capable of dispelling all gloom: "Little sister, are you alright? That old bastard didn't hurt you, did he? If he dared to lay a finger on you, I would have torn his bones off one by one and fed them to the dogs!"
As he spoke, he waved his thick, powerful arm, as if he was already imagining how to deal with the prime minister.
Luo Qingci suppressed her anger, smiled and shook her head, her eyebrows curving like a crescent moon.
But there was a hint of chill in her smile that was hard to detect: "Brother, I'm fine. I just didn't expect there to be such a hidden story back then." Then, she told Luo Qingsen what the Prime Minister had said.
Upon hearing this, Aomori was also furious. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "It was them! Little sister, don't worry, your big brother will definitely help you with this. We absolutely cannot let them get away with this!"
The Grand Secretary also walked over with steady steps. Although he was over fifty years old and his temples were gray, he was in good spirits, and his eyes revealed the majesty of a superior and the wisdom that had been accumulated over the years.
After listening to Luo Qingci's account, he frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "In that case, we cannot act rashly. There may be other hidden reasons behind this, and we must consider this carefully."
Looking at her father and elder brother, Luo Qingci felt a surge of warmth and pride. She straightened her back, like a steadfast poplar tree, and looked up at the sky with a firm and sharp gaze.
It was as if he were declaring to the whole world: "No matter who it is, as long as they dare to hurt the people I care about, dare to be my enemy, I will make them die a horrible death and regret ever being born! The new revenge has only just begun!"
A few days later, the Prime Minister died quietly in his prison cell, marking the end of an era for this powerful minister, leaving behind only a despised past. But Luo Qingci's path of revenge continues. With burning anger and unwavering conviction, she will continue to write her own legendary tale of revenge in the ever-changing court and imperial halls, becoming a figure worthy of awe.