Soon, Qin Hao's cheeks also flushed with redness.
"Pity? What is there to pity, when fame and fortune are as fleeting as clouds passing by. Losing one's head is nothing more than a scar the size of a bowl! Am I right or not? Heh heh heh..."
He let out a silly laugh.
Back then, he used to work at the Hanlin Imperial Academy, simply compiling books and sorting manuscripts. The work was as relaxed as could be.
Until later... Later, what happened later? His mind was a jumbled mess.
"Exactly, you've said it wonderfully!"
The government officer slowly fed him the wine, watching as he gradually emptied the bowl, and only then did he relax significantly.
The next moment, he raised the bowl high in his hand, and with a "smack," it shattered heavily on the ground, the tiles scattering everywhere.
"Well said! A scar no bigger than a bowl after losing your head! Since you've chosen your own way to die, how could we not fulfill your wish?"
To live is not easy.