Ding Yong died, died several days after using the new medicine, the peach blossom patches on his body had already faded for the most part, yet on this sudden, unexpected night, they abruptly darkened.
The body stained with the plague cannot linger long in the Plague Hospital, Cuicui, despite the dissuasion of the Medical Officers, insisted on following to the execution ground, desiring to see with her own eyes Ding Yong being buried, placing a small grasshopper on the grave.
The black soil of the execution ground mixed with the white snow, small and large graves mingled together, those with families might wish to erect a stele, but more were buried where they fell, merged with this damp earth.
Lu Tong stood amidst ice and snow, gazing toward the distant, hazy peaks, and for a moment felt somewhat bewildered.
It was as if she was back many years ago, having descended from Luomei Peak, searching the execution ground for fresh corpses for Lady Yun.
