After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince - Chapter 225
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“You don’t have to use your body to vent your anger on me.” Zhao Zhi said.
Ming Zhu felt falsely accused, “I’m not.”
After this day, Zhao Zhi personally watched her drink medicine every day.
Unfortunately, half a month later, her fever seemed to worsen for some unknown reason.
Chapter 225
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Unfortunately, half a month later, her fever tended to worsen for some unknown reason.
Ming Zhu was feeling suffocated from staying the room, so she took advantage of the dazzling summer weather to go to the backyard and bask in the sun.
At dusk, on her way back from the backyard, she crossed a long corridor and saw some familiar momo.
It seemed at that moment that Ming Zhu’s memory was pulled and tugged harshly like a thread by someone, as she felt a violent stabbing pain in her brain.
She recognized these momo, they were the ones who had pried open her mouth and forced her to drink the poison in her previous life.
Cold sweat broke out on Ming Zhu’s back, she remembered once again the painful memories that she had deliberately forgotten about, and the pain was even deeper than before.
A little cold turned into a raging illness. She was in a coma for two days, and at a time when her consciousness was blurry, she heard Zhao Zhi reprimanding other people.
“Your Highness, a disease of the mind is hard to cure ah.”
Zhao Zhi sat by her bedside and watched over her all night. Ming Zhu opened her eyes late at night and she said she was thirsty.
Zhao Zhi made her lean on his shoulder, helped her drink water, as he listened to her unconscious murmurings, “Why did you kill me?”
Zhao Zhi covered her with the blanket and slowly stood up, he walked to the desk and took the dagger off the shelf.
Ming Zhu woke up with thoroughly soaked clothes, which felt sticky against her body. She was still very weak, like a person whose illness was beyond cure.
Zhao Zhi was lying on the edge of the bed, asleep.
He looked more haggard than she expected, with blue and black circles under his eyes, and blood streaks drawn around his eyes.
There was a dagger laying beside the bed.
Ming Zhu was waking up from a nightmare, her eyes were blank. But her hand uncontrollably took the dagger and unsheathed it.
She firmly gripped the hilt, and the next moment, she placed the blade against his heart.
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Ming Zhu’s arm was shaking, and the blade was trembling along her movements.
She lowered her head, her black long hair slid down covering both sides of her face, and it was impossible to see her expression.
A moist feeling rose up from her eyes, because of the fever, her red cheeks felt hot and burning. From the edge of her eyes, tears were uncontrollably falling down, along her jaw, flowing down her collarbone and into her collar. As she cried, she didn’t make any sound.
Ming Zhu did not know what she was doing, she was unable to control her hands, she frowned in confusion, she just wanted to live a simple and free life.
Where she didn’t have to be treated like a pet without any self-esteem, didn’t have to consider other people’s opinions all the time, figure out other people’s moods, didn’t have to wait with fear and apprehension for the date of her death which would come at an unknown time.
She wanted to forget the heart-wrenching pain of being killed by the man she loved in her past life. She didn’t want to relive that pain over and over again.
But Zhao Zhi refused to let her go.
He was always forcing her.
Returning to this place, she had endless nightmares.
Was it because he had never been in such pain, where death was preferable to life, so he was unable to empathize with her, unable to be even a little kinder to her ?
There was a voice in Ming Zhu’s head, constantly urging her in her ear, to hurry up and stab the knife inside him, so that he too could taste the feeling of being killed by the person he liked.
He ruined her marriage, deprived her of her freedom in spite of her wishes. He despised her, he deceived her.
Ming Zhu’s hand was shaking more and more, her wrist was turning strengthless, and she was a little unable to hold the dagger steadily.
She held the dagger with both hands, and the violent shaking of the blade gradually calmed down.
The candle flame illuminating her face was making her face look ghastly white, cold sweat was rolling down her forehead, one bead after the other, and most of her back was already soaked.
She was about to bleed from biting her mouth, but she still could not do it.
Zhao Zhi slowly opened his eyes, the bottom of his eyes were clear, without any trace of sleepiness, he had just been pretending to be asleep.
Zhao Zhi asked in a hoarse voice: “Why aren’t you stabbing me?”
Ming Zhu snapped back from her trance, her eyes were red, and she was still holding the dagger in her hands.
Zhao Zhi glanced down at the dagger against his chest, seemingly not concerned at all, not afraid that she would really stab him and that he could lose his life.
His face was pale, “Didn’t you want to kill me?”
Ming Zhu seemed to not want to listen to him, but Zhao Zhi had to force her to listen. As he talked, he held her hands, moving the tip of the knife to the position of his heart, “Didn’t you hate me?”
Ming Zhu’s tears were rushing down, “Don’t force me to.”
Her mother had taught her to be kind and to not hurt people’s lives, unless it was a last resort. She shook her hands, trying to throw the dagger away, but unfortunately her wrists were already firmly clutched by him, and she couldn’t escape.
Translator : Laura
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