Chapter 51 He Yanchen watched her running towards him
For several days, the situation in the palace seemed to have changed.
He Yanchen had not attended the morning court for many days. It was heard that he had visited the imperial mausoleum and closed the door of the Linde Hall after returning. However, bloody corpses were sent out from time to time.
Everyone in the palace felt insecure and did not dare to go near the emperor's bedroom.
Yue Li naturally knew about this matter in Zhuoyu Palace. She couldn't help but think of a similar incident in her previous life. As a result, He Yanchen's temperament changed drastically and he completely neglected the affairs of state.
But it obviously shouldn't be happening now.
Was it her rebirth that brought about so many changes that caused He Yanchen to go crazy earlier?
But isn’t Le Yue already helping him detoxify?
Yueli could no longer sit still, and ignoring Lianqiao's dissuasion, she went straight to Linde Hall.
Outside the palace, there was a sentry every ten steps, and the imperial guards with swords on their waists were stationed on the palace road.
Ji Ming shivered as he glanced inside. In the huge and deserted Linde Hall, only the main hall was lit, and He Yanchen was standing on the steps in front of the hall, looking down at the man below.
"Your Majesty, spare my life!"
The person who was captured was once the aide of the virtuous king. After He Yanchen ascended the throne, he did not execute the virtuous king. He was afraid that the poison in his body was related to the virtuous king, so he spared his life for the time being.
Even those who had been loyal to the wise king would not be killed if they surrendered.
But in the past few days, He Yanchen has repeatedly ordered these people to enter the palace, but no one who entered the Linde Hall could leave.
Ji Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead. He always felt that the smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose could not go away.
Your Majesty is truly crazy.
They dug up the tomb of the late emperor, whipped the corpse, and ground the bones into ashes. Even now, when Ji Ming recalled that scene, he trembled all over.
His Majesty has even sent people to escort the virtuous king to the capital. If His Majesty's poison cannot be cured, Ji Ming dare not imagine what will happen in the future.
"Spare my life?" He Yanchen scoffed. "I heard that the virtuous king has 50,000 elite soldiers in the West Sea. Zhu Aiqing was once a minister of the virtuous king. Do you know about this?"
The person called Zhu Aiqing kowtowed repeatedly: "Your humble servant did not know! Your humble servant did not know! In these years, your humble servant has never had any contact with the virtuous king and others. Your humble servant is loyal to Your Majesty!"
"Loyal?" He Yanchen walked down the stairs step by step. The heavy footsteps made the people below chatter their teeth.
"How can I know whether Lord Zhu is truly loyal?"
As the words fell, a dagger that could cut through iron like mud was thrown in front of Zhu Ling: "If you don't dig out your heart, how can I know if you are truly loyal?"
Zhu Ling was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He tried to reach out for the dagger, and comforted himself in his heart that the emperor only wanted to see his attitude and would not really kill him.
But when he really touched the dagger, he still didn't hear the man's voice to stop him. Zhu Ling immediately broke out in a cold sweat and rolled around trying to retreat.
He Yanchen chuckled: "It seems that Zhu Aiqing's loyalty is not enough."
When he was young, his teacher had taught him the way of a king: those who surrendered should not be killed. When he first ascended the throne, he had spared these people, but now he regretted it and wanted to kill anyone related to the late emperor.
He Yanchen could no longer suppress the violence in his heart. The red blood poison would amplify negative emotions. The man's eyes gradually turned scarlet, and he looked at Zhu Ling as if he was looking at a dead person, without a trace of emotion.
"Your Majesty..." Zhu Ling tried to struggle. He quickly picked up the dagger and said, "Your humble servant...Your humble servant is truly loyal. Please spare my life, Your Majesty!"
In the huge Linde Hall, there was no sound except Zhu Ling's begging for mercy.
His head was broken, and perhaps he realized that he really was going to die, so he slowly tightened the dagger in his hand.
"Your Majesty, the late emperor truly wanted you dead!" Zhu Ling's teeth were trembling, but he was unwilling to die like this. "The late emperor said that you are ambitious and cruel to your brothers and sisters. Heaven and earth cannot tolerate you!"
"Even if you get the throne, he still doesn't want to hand over the country to you, so he came up with the idea of poison."
"The secret arts of Southern Xinjiang have long been lost. You won't live long. When you die, the kingdom will still belong to the wise king!"
Zhu Ling was almost driven crazy. He grinned and said, "Even if you kill us, it won't help!"
He Yanchen approached him step by step, and in the fearful look that Zhu Ling was trying to hold on to, he suddenly grabbed his head and slammed it hard on the floor tiles.
His eyes were fierce, and he hit Zhu Ling on the head again and again as if to vent his anger.
The miserable screams drifted farther and farther in the night sky, becoming particularly eerie.
When Yue Li reached the vicinity of Linde Palace, she was stopped by the imperial guards. No matter what she said, the guards refused to let her pass and kept repeating, "Your Majesty has given an order."
Yue Li felt somewhat dejected, but at this moment, Chu Yi walked towards her: "I pay my respects to Concubine Yu."
"Commander Chu!" Yue Li seemed to have grasped a lifeline. "Is His Majesty okay? Can I see His Majesty?"
Chu Yi's eyes were hesitant. He said, "Your Majesty is not feeling well..."
"I can let Concubine Yu in, but if anything unexpected happens..." Chu Yi thought of the last time He Yanchen fell ill, it was Yueli who was by his side. He Yanchen himself probably didn't realize that his emotions would be much more stable when facing Yueli.
He wanted to take a gamble, maybe Concubine Yu could appease His Majesty.
"Commander Chu, just let me go. No matter what happens, I will not betray you."
Yueli said it with absolute certainty.
"Let him go." Chu Yi made a gesture, and the imperial guards surrounding Yue Li retracted their swords.
When she was only one step away from the Linde Hall, Yue Li heard a sharp scream coming from inside, accompanied by the sound of a sharp sword piercing flesh.
Yue Li instantly quickened her pace, walked past Ji Ming and pushed open the palace door.
Jimin didn't even have time to stop her.
In the yard, Zhu Ling was lying on the ground covered in blood, twitching. He Yanchen was in front of him, his jaw clenched and bloodshot at the corners of his eyes.
His clenched fist was red, swollen, and bloody. There was a wound on the back of his hand caused by a dagger, and blood was dripping down the joints to the ground.
Ji Ming and Chu Yi's eyes were filled with fear when they saw this scene. Zhu Ling died too tragically. His clothes were soaked in blood, and his skull seemed to be broken. A white liquid could be vaguely seen mixed in the blood. No one knew how much torture he had suffered before his death.
"Your Majesty..." Yue Li saw the wound on the back of his hand and had no time to think about anything. She just felt like her heart fell into an ice cave. She pushed the guards away and ran over.
He Yanchen watched her running towards him in silence.
He watched her hold his hand with tears in her eyes and wipe his wound with an embroidered handkerchief.
She didn't seem to be afraid at all of the dirty blood all over his body, nor of the hands that had just been killing people.
She seemed to only care about his injury.
I only care about him as a person.
Yueli looked up and seemed to be saying something, but He Yanchen couldn't hear it.
He could only see his own reflection in those tearful almond eyes, and only his own.
Once, because the deposed crown prince wanted him dead, he sent him a set of tea sets used by smallpox patients.
But before he came back, his eighth brother came to play with him and used the tea set by mistake.
He didn't die, but his brother did.
When the Queen Mother learned about this, she wished he would die.
It's so sad, his parents and brothers all hope he dies.
The court officials and the people also wanted to change to a wise leader as soon as possible.
No one remembers that he once offered good advice, eliminated treacherous officials, and quelled rebellions, but he got nothing in return.
They all wanted him dead.
Only Yueli wanted him to live.
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