In the darkness, Zhu Shi, who was bleeding from his seven orifices and his face was black, kept shaking in front of his eyes, and his shape was terrifying. There was a blood hole in his chest, and black blood kept pouring out.
"Father, you killed me with your own hands. Have you missed me these days?"
"Father, I'm alone in the Underworld. It's so lonely. Please come and stay with me!"
No, don't come to me.
I am also forced to have no choice but to kill you. Otherwise, dozens of members of the Zhao family will have to accompany you to hell. It is better for you to die alone than to have the whole family be beheaded.
King Zhao waved his arms vigorously in the darkness while shouting at the top of his lungs: "Get out! If you die, just go and be reincarnated! Don't hang around in front of me!"
Princess Zhao, who was waiting beside the bed, saw King Zhao screaming wildly with red eyes as if he was possessed by a demon. She was suddenly frightened. She tried to grab King Zhao's arm: "Your Highness, wake up!"
As soon as his hand touched King Zhao's arm, he was forcefully swung away.
Princess Zhao was caught off guard, she fell down and hit her head on the bedpost. Although she didn't bleed, she was in unbearable pain.
King Zhao was completely oblivious and continued to scream like crazy: "You evildoer! Get out! How dare you remain alive! I have repeatedly told you not to act rashly. Why did you send someone to assassinate the emperor! You are asking for your own death! You will not die.
, our whole family must die!”
Princess Zhao burst into tears.
In the past few days, King Zhao was getting more and more ill, and he was barely conscious. He was yelling and yelling all day long. Naturally, she knew what was going on from these angry shouts.
Just as King Zhao said, if he didn't take action, everyone in the Zhao Palace would inevitably die. But King Zhao, who cruelly killed his own son, was almost driven crazy by the guilt and pain in his heart.
"Your Highness! Please wake up." Princess Zhao cried bitterly: "Our whole family has to rely on you alone. Time has passed, and you must not let anything happen again. Your Highness, please wake up!"
It's a pity that no matter how much Princess Zhao cries, she can't restore King Zhao's sanity.
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After Emperor Qing'an was assassinated in the imperial mausoleum, the princes gritted their teeth and became cruel and sent more people to guard the emperor. That day, what the princes told King Zhao was not lies. Now even a mosquito can't even think of flying to Emperor Qing'an.
around.
When the prince received the news from a secret source, he did not dare to delay and immediately presented it to the imperial court.
Emperor Qing'an read the message on the note and frowned: "Is King Zhao really crazy?"
The prince didn't dare to wonder what the emperor's face looked like at this moment, so he lowered his head and said, "Yes. I have planted three spies around King Zhao. One of them is serving King Zhao, and the news he returned is absolutely true. King Zhao himself
When he arrived at the feudal prince's palace, he fell ill. His high fever kept coming back and forth, and his mind gradually became comatose. He talked nonsense and screamed all day long, as if his life was being sought by an evil spirit."
"The doctor Cao who was treating King Zhao also secretly sent a message back. King Zhao's illness was not pretended, he was really ill."
Emperor Qing'an said nothing.
Eunuch Wang did not dare to say any more and quietly retreated. As he was exiting the threshold, Eunuch Wang quickly raised his eyelids and saw the cold and indifferent face of Emperor Qing'an.
The prince's heart trembled, he immediately lowered his eyes and withdrew.
Emperor Qing'an sat alone in front of the imperial desk and read the note again. There was a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
When the king of Zhao came to the throne, he sent Shen You away from the capital.
Today, he also gave King Zhao a taste of what it would be like to do something to his own son.
He will never see Shen You again. King Zhao personally sent Zhu Shi to the road of hell. The poison of a tiger does not eat its seeds, so let King Zhao slowly taste the consequences of killing his son with his own hands!
I don't know how long it took, but Prince Zhu Yun asked for an audience outside.
Emperor Qing'an calmed down and nodded slightly.
After Zhu Yun came in, he bowed his hands in greeting as usual. The father and son had a tacit understanding. What happened in the imperial mausoleum that day was never mentioned again after returning to the capital. It was as if nothing had happened.
Zhu Yun first reported some political affairs, and Emperor Qing'an listened to them one by one and discussed countermeasures with Zhu Yun. After finishing the political affairs, Emperor Qing'an casually said: "After your third uncle went to the feudal territory, he fell ill and fell into a coma. I don’t know. Send two imperial doctors on my behalf to take a look, and bring some supplements to reward King Zhao so that he can take care of himself."
Zhu Yun had been a prince for several years and had matured early, so he naturally had his own channels for news. When King Zhao's illness worsened and he went crazy, Zhu Yun also got news.
"Yes, I will take care of it now." Zhu Yun agreed.
"This matter is not urgent," Emperor Qing'an said: "Sickness cannot be cured in a day or two. Just send someone there when you have free time. Please review the memorial here first."
Reviewing memorials and learning how to handle political affairs were Zhu Yun's daily routine. After Zhu Yun responded, Emperor Qing'an naturally threw a bunch of complicated government affairs to his son and walked out slowly.
Zhu Yun glanced at his father's back with envy and resignedly reviewed the memorial.
His right hand was affected by the disease. It looked normal and he could barely hold a pen, but the words he wrote were crooked. Over the years, Zhu Yun had been practicing hard to write with his left hand. Over the past few years, he had achieved quite a lot. Now, he uses his left hand to write. Pick up the pen and put down the ink, and the handwriting is neat and beautiful.
Emperor Qing'an left the Hall of Supreme Harmony and went to the Jiaofang Hall.
Empress Yuan was chatting with Hongyu when she heard that Emperor Qing'an was coming. She greeted him with a smile: "It's not dark yet, why are you back so early today?"
Emperor Qing'an smiled casually and said, "The prince is reviewing the memorial, so I have some time to spare and come to talk to you."
Empress Yuan couldn't help but scold Emperor Qing'an: "Leave all political affairs to your son, and you will have some free time."
Emperor Qing'an raised his thick eyebrows and said with a smile: "He is the prince. He will inherit the country of Daqi in the future, so he will naturally have to practice hard. If I accidentally give up and leave, there will be no turmoil in the court."
Queen Yuan was not happy to hear this and glared at her: "Why do you always say such depressing words without any shadow? I don't like to hear them."
Emperor Qing'an sighed and his voice deepened: "Zhu Shi sent assassins to assassinate him that day, but they were only a hair away from succeeding. Now that I think about it, I'm a little scared."
Emperor Qing'an handled the assassination with ease and calmness. Prince Zhao died, and a group of people from Prince Zhao's palace went to the feudal territory and everything was handled properly.
My nephew wants to kill me. This is never something to be happy about.
Empress Yuan felt sorry for her husband, stretched out her hand to hold Emperor Qing'an's hand, and said softly: "Everything is over, don't think about it anymore. I'll ask the imperial kitchen to cook some of your favorite dishes, and I'll have a few drinks with you tonight."
Empress Yuan is also in her forties and almost fifty years old. She is no longer young, and there are wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. However, her eyes are as clear as when she was a girl.
Emperor Qing'an looked at his beloved wife, the gloom in his heart disappeared, and he smiled and said "Hello".
