That very night the imperial decree arrived, and with it the jade vial.
Piggy held the vial to the lamp, gave it a shake, and spat the filthiest Yuqiu curse:
"Old hag wants to use me as a knife? I've butchered pigs twenty years—knife turns back on me? Fuck that ghost!"
CRACK! The vial hit the ground, red powder scattered like blood, soaked into the stone and vanished.
Piggy ground it under his foot and spat:
"Poison my ass. I wouldn't even poison my own pigs."
He grabbed the keys and walked to the deepest cell.
CLANG! Twenty catties of iron hit the floor, shaking the rats away.
Piggy grinned wide:
"Your Highness, pack up. We're eloping."