Yao Bing was so anxious that he focused all his attention on what he wanted to say. He didn't notice how embarrassing it was to break into a room where only the Queen and the Imperial Master were talking. Naturally, he also didn't notice the look on Sima Duran's face.
It was unnatural to pass by.
"For the record, the Queen, we found the assassin in the north corner garden of the palace, but..." Yao Bing glanced at Sima Duran carefully and lowered his head deeply, "But when we found the assassin, he was already dead!"
"Dead?!" Sima Tulan took a breath.
The purpose of the assassin's two assassinations was already a huge mystery. She thought that arresting the person would solve the mystery, but she didn't expect that before she could interrogate him, the assassin had already lost his life.
"Has the cause of death been found out? And his identity?" After calming down a little, Sima Duran asked in a low voice.
Yao Bing swallowed: "It looks like drowning. No wounds have been found on the body yet. As for the identity of the subordinate, the official is still tracing it. There are so many people in the harem that it is difficult to figure out everyone one by one."
Sima Dalan and Shen Junfang looked at each other, then waved their hands: "Okay, you go down first, seize the time to find out the identity of the assassin, and report to me at any time if you find anything." When Yao Bing left the room and closed the door, Sima Dalan said.
He took a deep breath and turned to Shen Junfang with a frown: "What do you think?"
"There is no proof." Shen Junfang answered neatly and simply.
Yi Huaiyu did not have too high restrictions on who could enter and leave the palace, but this did not mean that anyone could come in. If the assassin was able to haunt the harem, there must be someone secretly helping him. His death was most likely due to the mastermind behind the scenes.
Keep the secret, kill and silence, and die without any evidence.
It is undoubtedly a cancer for such a vicious and cunning person to stay in the harem.
A violent cough interrupted Sima Duran's contemplation. She looked up and saw Shen Junfang coughing and bending over while holding his chest. His originally pale complexion turned livid, which was really scary.
"Jun Fang?" He quickly helped Shen Junfang to his seat. Sima Tulan poured a glass of water into his hand, not caring about avoiding suspicion, and patted Shen Junfang's back gently with one hand.
Shen Junfang coughed for a while before it gradually subsided. He forced a smile and lowered his eyes: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine in a few days."
Sima Duran remained silent for a while, and the palm on Shen Junfang's back slowly lowered. The sorrow in her heart was no longer about the assassin or some conspiracy that had not yet surfaced, but about the sickly young man in front of her - Shen Junfang couldn't hide it from her.
After he passed out in Huanqing Palace, he refused to let the imperial doctor diagnose and treat him no matter what, so she knew that his illness must be serious.
Isn't Shen Junfang always using the method of hurting himself to prevent another kind of pain?
"You have to see the imperial doctor, you can't go on like this." Sima Duran turned his back to Shen Junfang, his voice was low and hoarse.
"It really doesn't matter. I know medical skills myself. I know in my mind whether I should take medicine or not." Shen Junfang was still arguing. He accidentally saw Sima Duran's slightly trembling fingertips, and his words stopped abruptly. After another cough,
Shen Junfang stood up slowly while holding on to the seat. After hesitating for a moment, his fingertips gently touched Sima Duran's white wrist: "I just don't want you to be too tired. I will try my best to share the burden with you."
Sima Duran did not respond, but the trembling of her fingertips became more and more intense.
Shen Junfang shouldn't have said such heartwarming words. Even if it were Ou Suiliang, she could accept it, but only Shen Junfang couldn't.
He has a bright future and is a trusted confidant of Yi Huaiyu. If he had not met at the beginning, if he had not known each other at the beginning, how could he have ended up being suspected and in pain now? Because of her, Shen Junfang was suspected and alienated by Yi Huaiyu;
Because of her, he was tired and haggard, hurt and sad.
And she could never fall in love with him.
"You recover from your illness first. You are not allowed to do anything until you recover. I will find someone else to do it for you." Sima Duran retracted her hands into her sleeves. When she lost the warmth of her fingertips, her heart suddenly felt cold.
The infatuation for warmth that she had longed for and envied for half her life was not given by the person she loved. This feeling, caught between giving up and reluctance, was the most heartbreaking and unbearable.
Her somewhat blurry vision was suddenly cut off. Sima Duran raised her head subconsciously, and the teardrop on her eyelashes that she hadn't even noticed slid down between the round edges. The young man in front of her half-raised his hand and watched blankly as the teardrop slid onto his palm.
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"You cried..."
For a long time, Shen Junfang was stunned and groaned.
Is it because he made things difficult for her, or... is she worried about him?
The sound of coughing in the darkness drowned out Shen Junfang's weak moans, and the shocking color of blood mixed with the tears on his palm, instantly burning Sima Duran's eyes.
Did she cry? For whom? She or Shen Junfang? Sima Duran couldn't explain what went wrong with her feelings. She knew she didn't love Shen Junfang but couldn't ignore it. Seeing him sad and seeing him not caring about his health, her heart broke.
It was like being torn into pieces and the pain was unbearable.
"Your tears...are enough..." Shen Junfang gave a pale and sad smile, clenched his hands tightly, and rested his weak head gently on Sima Duran's shoulder, "I can't wait for the life I want...
If I can let the Emperor know your thoughts, I will love you and protect you from now on... I can pay as much as I want, even if I die..."
"Who allowed you to die before it was time for you to die?" Sima Duran sobbed, trying to hide the sadness in her heart, but she couldn't.
In the cold and ruthless palace, if you can have someone to protect you with life and death, how can you be cold-hearted and not be moved? Sima Tulan has never been a cold-blooded person. When she felt Shen Junfang's heart for the first time, she had feelings for him.
It's just gratitude and worry rather than resentment.
The sad and subtle crying woke up Su Shiyun who was sleeping in the inner room. She groggily moved the table and chairs to the door, opened the door and wanted to ask Sima Duran what was wrong, but was stunned by the scene in front of her.
Sima Dalan, who was always proud and graceful, knelt on the ground with tears streaming down her face, her gorgeous clothes falling to the ground sadly. In her arms, the young Dayao Imperial Master looked pale, with blood dripping from the corners of his lips, and his haggard and weak face was filled with tears.
A faint smile, not knowing life or death.
The hands of the two people were holding each other tightly.
The palace maids and guards who were guarding outside were called into the house by Su Shiyun's hoarse cry for help, and then hurriedly went to find the imperial doctor. Amidst the chaotic footsteps, Su Shiyun always remained in the same posture, holding Shen Junfang's hand tightly as if she was absent-minded.
.
She was very scared, afraid that once she let go, he would never come back.
All the imperial doctors in the Royal Palace of Yao Kingdom were mobilized and worked around the unconscious Shen Junfang for a whole day and night. The next day, the news reached the ears of Sima Tulan, who had been awake all night and had not taken any water, with a despairing aura.
Shen Junfang, the youngest Imperial Master in the history of Dayuan, became ill due to years of depression and overwork. Although his life was saved for a while, he could not escape from the gate of hell. When the imperial doctors discovered...
He is already terminally ill and does not have much time left.