Xue Three loved playing with poison, and poisoning his daggers and hidden weapons was a regular routine. Ordinary fast-acting poisons honestly didn't have much utility in duels between experts.
Because experts can control their blood flow and muscle contractions, sealing their acupoints. Fast-acting poisons can be immediately felt, ironically allowing them to suppress the poison's impact to the minimum.
But this slightly slower-acting poison, the soft blade slowly cuts the flesh, takes its time, and initially feels like nothing. By the time you feel something, the toxin has already spread.
San Ye's play is advanced dirty work.
Upon hearing this, the Third Prince nodded gratefully to Xue Three.
Then,
he struggled to turn his head to look at Madam Wu.
He genuinely liked this Jin land woman, a woman different from others on the Snow Sea. She was knowledgeable and courteous, skilled in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting;
When she accompanied him, she gave him an illusion.
As if he wasn't living in the cold wind of the Snow Sea,
but was sitting in a Jiangnan courtyard with white walls and black tiles amid the gentle spring rain.
The Third Prince was very grateful to her, grateful that she brought so many days of happiness and beauty, untainted pure beauty.
Now, Madam Wu was covering her mouth, kneeling on the ground, full of terror.
She hadn't previously stepped in front of the Third Prince,
saying something like, "Kill me first if you want to kill the prince!"
Nor did she crawl to Lord Zheng's feet, saying she was willing to do anything for Lord Zheng, just asking him to spare the Third Prince's life.
She did nothing because she was already terrified.
In such a scene, this situation,
she, a woman,
was completely lost.
The Third Prince reluctantly smiled at her,
Then,
turned his head again,
looking at Zheng Fan sitting before him.
Lord Zheng sat back in his chair, legs crossed, hands folded on his knees.
The Third Prince was grateful because this noble of the Yan people did not turn away but waited for his final moment of death.
People are particularly sensitive before they die, easily drawing out many melancholy feelings.
"Lord, Madam Wu, I haven't touched her."
The Third Prince said.
Xue Three's ears twitched hearing this.
So, his lord's infamous Cao Cao's preference had spread even to the Snow Sea?
"Please, Lord, spare her life."
Actually, no matter how deep the misunderstanding the outside world had of him, Lord Zheng would never admit to having such a fetish.
Not to mention, the home's Ke, with looks, body, and charm, yet he's always maintained purity.
When your feelings might be entangled with the devil, you naturally can't help but be cautious.
Lord Zheng pointed to Madam Wu kneeling there:
"If she's Jin people, she will naturally have her status restored."
Though the blind man hasn't come up with a formal and specific plan for handling the Snow Sea's Jin slaves, he has communicated this spirit with Zheng Fan.
That is, when Jin slaves return to the Snow Sea Pass, they will directly leave their slave status and be granted land for farming.
Right now, Snow Sea Pass faces a dire population shortage, ideally their own population.
Wild people can be used, but only as laborers. For now, it is unrealistic to consider integrating wild people as one of our own.
And Jin people, when you rescue them, you help them, when sharing interests, they will inevitably follow you closely.
Thus, this troop dispatch is partly because Lord Zheng felt affronted by the Naman Tribe, and with a bad temper, he naturally had to pay back tenfold.
Another aspect is using this opportunity to assert power, warning various tribes on the Snow Sea to make concessions on Jin slave issues, as who knows how many people were plundered last time wild people entered, resulting in little less than Cheng State's depopulation.
The Third Prince nodded reassuringly,
then with a smile,
raised his head,
looking at the blue sky above.
He wished to maintain this smile, froze it until his death.
But he found this action, this posture, now so tiring.
Tired enough that he couldn't breathe.
So, he had to lower his head again and spoke up:
"Lord, I'd like to make a poem."
After all, he had a literate heart despite being a wild man, even before dying, he wanted to deliberately maintain what he considered his dignity.
Lord Zheng nodded,
and said:
"Alright."
The Third Prince took a deep breath,
his eyes showing a complex and profound light,
then,
let out a long sigh,
then,
opened his mouth:
"......"
He died.
His poem, not a single word was spoken, just frozen in the expression of reciting poetry.
"Your Highness, Your Highness !!!!!"
Madam Wu finally couldn't hold back and broke into tears.
Zheng Fan, leaning on his chair, looked at the Third Prince, mouth open, death fixed there.
Suddenly feeling that this posture, this scene, was beautiful.
Not particularly heroic, nor deeply tragic, hard to even evoke a resonance.
Because those who truly understand this scene are few.
Apart from a few including Zheng Fan,
no one else knows,
this dead wild man before them,
was personally sentenced to death by the wild people's king, was recognized by the king himself, let him live, and would inevitably become me once released.
His death,
gave Zheng Fan the feeling of personally strangling an "overlord"...
No,
that's not accurate,
it was personally strangling a... era!
Perhaps, even if the Third Prince survived now, he might not truly rise in the future, he could die from a horseback fall, a murder, illness, betrayal, making it impossible to follow the wild people's king's vision down that path.
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