Chapter 195 Dismissing the Servants

Whether it is a serious illness or optimism, I'm afraid there is a lot of mystery here.

Chen Yu knew that the person above was probably about to take action.

Now he can only lie sickly in bed every day and rarely appears in the public eye. Rumors have spread in the court that he is terminally ill.

This rumor is probably about to be confirmed.

But no one knows what the imperial concubine did later, and his illness lasted for such a long time.

Now that the imperial concubine has been buried and the New Year is approaching, I'm afraid the person in charge can't hold back any longer.

To him, being bedridden is nothing; not being able to see the person he wants to see is the real torture. In this situation now, he is afraid that he will not be able to see Xu Zhao for the last time.

"Remember, you must tell the dismissed servants not to say too much. After leaving the palace, it is best to stay away from them and not mention anything related to the palace again."

If his royal brother still had some conscience, these servants of his might have been spared.

If... I'm afraid that all he can do for them is just these instructions.

"I know everything. I will explain it to them. Your Majesty, please take a good rest. You must not work too hard for your illness."

"You go down first. I want to be alone for a while."

Just as Butler Zheng was about to turn around, he heard Shen Yu's order behind him, "Prepare the carriage for tomorrow's departure. I need to go to the palace."

"Yes." Butler Zheng did not ask the reason. The prince had his own reasons for doing things.

Listening to the conversation between the master and servant, Xu Zhao could probably guess most of it.

It seems that Emperor Showa is going to take action against Shen Yu.

She had seen that Shen Yu's final outcome was that his rebellion failed and he committed suicide out of fear of punishment.

If it were in the past, she would be 100% sure that Shen Yu would not rebel, but now seeing him lying sick in bed, if she were him, she would also choose to give it a try.

Rebellion can't be real?

Butler Zheng walked out of the house, said a few words to Mingkang who was guarding outside the door, and left in a hurry.

He had to take inventory of the things in the warehouse. The New Year was coming soon, and there were many things that needed to be done by him as the housekeeper.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Now that the place was neither human nor ghost, Xu Zhao didn't care at all. He just found a place and sat down cross-legged, not caring whether the place was clean or not.

She also needs to calm down and think carefully now.

Shen Yu leaned against the head of the bed, narrowed his eyes, and looked around the room. After serving in the army for many years, even though he was in poor health now, he was still alert.

It seemed like he was not the only one in the room, but the feeling seemed unreal.

He even always felt that there was an inquiring but non-hostile gaze looking at him. This gaze sometimes appeared and sometimes disappeared, which made him undecided for a while.

Xu Zhao sat cross-legged on the ground, holding her cheek with her right hand, and occasionally looked at Chen Yu who was sitting on the bed. She needed to think carefully now, as there were still some things she hadn't figured out.

She remembered that historical records said Chen Yu rebelled in the 20th year of Tianyou, and the current emperor was Emperor Showa. Could it be that Emperor Showa changed the reign title?

If this is true, then now is the 20th year of the Showa era?

No, since the New Year is coming soon, it should be the 19th year of Showa.

By this calculation, Chen Yu will be forty years old soon. Xu Zhao raised his head and glanced at Chen Yu again.

At the age of 40, in modern times, he might be the father of two children.

Perhaps it was because Chen Yu had not had much to worry about in recent years, and apart from looking a little haggard due to illness, he did not look old.

I just don't know if he really rebelled later.

Time quickly came to the next day.

Today is the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, which is also New Year’s Eve, and tomorrow is the Chinese New Year.

The palace was indeed unusually deserted.

Xu Zhao left Chen Yu's yard and wandered around the palace.

When I walked into the front hall, I heard a lot of people talking. She hurried over to look for the source of the sound.

In the main hall, Butler Zheng was distributing this month's regular salary to everyone according to Chen Yu's instructions. At the same time, he also gave extra money for the New Year.

Over the years, most of the money in the palace has been used to subsidize the army, and the rest is used to maintain daily expenses.

Butler Zheng counted the money overnight and prepared it at five times the amount of New Year's bonus in previous years.

Everyone holds a heavy purse in their hands. With this money, we will definitely have a good year this year.

Since the servants in the palace now have served for many years, everyone knows the current situation of the palace, and they already have an idea of ​​the huge amount of reward money they have received.

"Everyone is familiar with the situation in the palace over the years. Today, according to the prince's order, everyone is asked to go home for the New Year. After the New Year, there is no need to come back. Take your family and go far away."

When Butler Zheng said this, everyone present who had lived in the imperial city for some years knew that this meant dismissing the servants.

The imperial city is a place where people are eaten alive. If the nobles are not satisfied, they will bleed and lose their heads. The prince is generous and kind, and never makes things difficult for his servants. Now he wants to dismiss them and has given them enough silver.

Although I have some memories in my heart, my own life is more important.

"Thank you for the reminder, butler. I'm going to pack up and go home now."

With this start, the rest of the people also took their silver coins, bowed slightly to the butler as a farewell, and turned back to the house to pack their things.

The palace, which was not lively to begin with, became even more deserted after everyone left.

Mingkang also had a similar purse in his hand. He put the purse in his arms and did not return to his room like the others, but went to the kitchen.

When Xu Zhao saw Ming Kang again, it was in Shen Yu's house. He was holding a bowl of black medicine in his hand. Since he had no sense of smell, he couldn't tell what the medicine smelled like, but he guessed it was bitter.

After Chen Yu drank the medicine brought by Ming Kang, he felt his body warm. After resting for a while, he regained some strength.

"Mingkang, pack up, we're going out soon."

Ming Kang had served Shen Yu for many years and knew his dressing style best. "Your Highness is going out?"

Chen Yu lifted the quilt and lay on the bed for a long time, wearing only his underwear. "Today is New Year's Eve. I need to go to the palace to see the emperor. I can't let His Majesty wait any longer."

"Your Highness, please slow down!" Ming Kang saw Chen Yu standing up and hurried over to support him.

As soon as Ming Kang's hand touched Shen Yu, he was stopped by him, "No, I can do it myself, go and help me prepare clothes."

"Your Highness, please be careful," Ming Kang said as he walked towards the wardrobe, looking back every three steps, fearing that his Highness would fall if he didn't stand firmly.

After drinking the medicine, Shen Yu felt that he was no longer as tired as before, and his strength returned.

I'm afraid this is a problem with the bowl of medicine.

All the medicines in the palace come from the Imperial Medical Bureau, and the Imperial Medical Bureau only listens to the one in the palace.

It seems that the two brothers thought the same thing.