Transmissão Rápida: Dedo de Ouro Aleatório

Qingzhou, Qidong Prefecture, Zhao’an District.

In the rear courtyard of the Prince of Lu’s residence, outside the Hall of Remembrance in Phoenix Palace, several eunuchs dispatched by imperial order stood at the doorway, murmuring among themselves.

“Which did she choose—dagger, hemlock, or silk cord?”

“She chose hemlock.”

“That’s preferable. Later, we won’t have to climb up and cut her down from the rafters, nor deal with excessive blood—too troublesome. Besides, hemlock is easier to take; just drink it quietly, no need to hesitate. She shouldn’t require our assistance.”

“That’s not certain, but we ought to preserve some dignity for the Princess of Lu. Let’s wait an hour before going in to check. If she hasn’t drunk it by then, it falls to us to grant her dignity.”

“Let’s hope we need not intervene.”

…

By the time Ding Shui, through overwhelming resentment, formed a pact with the late Princess of Lu’s soul—pledging to avenge her and resolve her grievance—it was three hours later.

After ingesting hemlock, she endured nearly half an hour of agony before finally coughing blood, her face drained of color as she departed this world. Her corpse was placed in a prepared coffin, awaiting seven days of mourning before burial.

Ding Shui found himself within the coffin, at the locus of the spirit.

He began to sift through the Princess of Lu’s memories, unraveling the source of her hatred.

Her surname was Meng, given name Mingyu, the eldest legitimate daughter of the Duke of Shu. Five years ago, she was bestowed