However, even knowing the pouch is poisoned, it’s too late to discard it now.
Wanyan Zhang couldn’t bear to throw it away either. He held the pouch tightly, his consciousness gradually blurred, yet he felt no regret. If life could start over, he would want both this world and her completely.
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In the middle of the night, Yun Jiao suddenly awoke from her dream.
The cold wind made the inn’s window papers flap loudly, and Yun Jiao felt the room was filled with a chill.
She turned to look, finding Jiang Youzhi sleeping soundly and You Er still obediently asleep.
She closed her eyes, recalling her dream just monts ago.
She dreamt of Wanyan Zhang.
In the dream, he held that pouch and told her, "In this life, you owe . In the next life, you must repay ."
In the dream, Yun Jiao nodded ignorantly, "Alright, what I owe you, I’ll surely repay."
Upon waking, her mind was clear—Wanyan Zhang must be gone.
On the day before she gave birth, she had poisoned Wanyan Zhang.
The poison was sared on her fingernail, and amidst the excruciating pain of childbirth, she used her nail to scratch Wanyan Zhang’s skin.
Once this poison enters the bloodstream, it’s difficult for the body to tabolize it.
But this poison acts very slowly.
Moreover, the skin was only scratched, and the dosage was too small to be lethal.
Thus, Yun Jiao waited for a month before administering a second poison.
The second poison was placed on the pouch.
She chose to embroider an eagle because the thread had been soaked in a colored dicinal solution, and only dark threads would be hard to notice.
And the eagle’s feathers were black and brown, just right.
This poison, combined with the previous one, can bring soone to death in a relatively short ti.
However, Yun Jiao didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
She estimated if Wanyan Zhang carried the pouch, the poison would take at least one or two months to act.
Who could have known Wanyan Zhang held that pouch day and night?
That day at Zhaoti Temple, Yun Jiao knelt before Buddha for a long ti, asking for His forgiveness for her sins.
She also pleaded, if there were consequences, let them fall upon her alone, she was willing to bear them.
But Wanyan Zhang had to die.
He had annihilated half of Great Chu, killed Lady Wu and Big Ya, and national vengeance cannot go unavenged.
Moreover, Wanyan Zhang was the second Crown Prince and also Da Jin’s War God.
As the saying goes, "An army is easy to obtain, but a general is hard to find."
Without Wanyan Zhang, the Jin Army’s combat power would be sowhat affected.
And if Wanyan Zhang becos emperor, Da Jin will only grow stronger.
Yet the Crown Prince of Jin Country is not only extraordinarily diocre but also indulgent in wine and won.
Therefore, Yun Jiao had long devised the plan to kill Wanyan Zhang.
However, Wanyan Zhang was too cautious; there was no chance to poison his food, so Yun Jiao resorted to this indirect thod.
She knew she was quite despicable, purely taking advantage of Wanyan Zhang’s feelings for her.
Just that so things must be done.
She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the bed canopy, recalling Wanyan Zhang holding tightly onto that pouch and his words in the dream.
With a sigh in her heart, causes and effects must ultimately be repaid; if there is a next life, she will repay this life to him.
Waking up early to continue the journey.
Although the weather was still very cold, as they headed south, the temperature gradually rose.
They traveled directly from Youzhou to the south, without detouring to Dingjing.
After a journey of thousands of miles over nearly two months, they finally reached Xiang City.
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