Three days later, before dawn had even broken, a jailer brought in a bowl of wine.
"Lord Su," the jailer said in a low voice, "this is your parting drink. Drink it, and your journey to the end won't be so painful."
Su Mingyu took the bowl, stared at the cloudy liquid, and let out a bitter laugh. She tilted her head and drained it in one gulp; the fiery spirits burned her throat. Soon, a wave of dizziness washed over her. The world went black, and she lost consciousness.
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