14 Mad words of a dying man (1/2)

Basking within the darkness, the cell had a warm glow from the candlelight within the cell. It was a glimmer of light within darkness.

The cell now seemed to be more comfortable, with a small table having been brought in along with a few jars of wine. It was not the best wine, diluted with water, though it was enjoyed by commoners. Nobles would never drink such a poor quality wine.

As for the two lifelong friends, what more could they ask for?

It was Huang Taiwu who requested it from the guards, for the many additions to the cell. There was no reason to refuse since they knew that there was little to no chance that Shen Congan would be able to survive after the emperor had been angered to such an extent.

[Let's just let the man enjoy his last moments in a drunken state free from worries.] Were the guards' thoughts.

Huang Taiwu and Shen Congan who had been friends for decades, having seen the political intrigues of the court and the palace, perhaps even playing a part in many of them.

There was no one in the palace that could claim they had a clear conscience, it was simple, those that did would be the first ones to die.

Those that wanted to survive and live well in the wretched place that ate people without throwing out the bones would have to use the cruelest methods and schemes in order to live life without worries.

After serving for a time in the palace, their personality would have undergone a huge change, no longer the person they once were before they entered the palace.

Their hands that were once clean and pure would be soaked in blood.

Their minds would be filled with endless suspicions.

They had made it through a lifetime of schemes and plots.

Unfortunately, one of them had succumbed to the poisonous plots of the court and would not live to see the year end.

Huang Taiwu poured the jar of terrible wine into the two cups on the table. The liquid that came out was a clear liquid like water, but slightly thicker. Although heavily diluted, it still had a scent of alcohol to it.

[This would not be enough to get anyone drunk.] Huang Taiwu secretly thought.

”Please forgive this wine, the guards had to get this on short notice.”

”What does a dying man like me have to complain about?” Shen Congan asked as he took up the cup of wine and took in the weak aroma.

[Hmm… less than a 15% true alcohol concentration.]

”A toast to you my old friend.” Huang Taiwu said as he raised his cup.

This was not the best place to be drinking after all this was the prisons where countless people had died.

Shen Congan also held his cup to toast in the air to return the toast.