Chapter 190 Chapter 190 is the only genuine version...
quiet.
In this short moment, everyone's breathing stopped.
The Prince of Jin ran closer, and upon hearing the words, his knees went weak and he almost fell down. He stumbled over with the help of the servant.
Xie Qiyun's chest no longer rose or fell, and his chaotic eyes stared straight in one direction -
Prince Jin looked in the direction he was looking and met Duke Cheng'en, who was still in shock.
Their eyes met for a moment. Lord Cheng'en waved his hands repeatedly, stepped back, and said incoherently, "No, it wasn't me! I didn't touch a hair on his head. He, he died suddenly. It's none of my business."
He licked his dry lips, trying to distance himself from the matter: "I just touched her lightly, lightly. There's no point. I'm not made of tofu."
"Doctor!" King Jin shouted, his voice breaking. "Go call the doctor, doctor!"
The frightened servant ran away.
"Yun'er, don't scare your father." The King of Jin said hoarsely, squatting in front of his son. "Wake up, wake up!"
The princess ran over a step slower, her face pale.
"I really just touched him lightly." Lord Cheng'en clarified, "Really..."
Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he panicked: "Stop pretending, my prince!"
He pushed Xie Qiyun, but he remained motionless. "Prince... Wow!"
The King of Jin kicked him angrily, and Duke Cheng'en fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
He fell very hard and was about to curse while holding his stomach, but when he raised his eyes, he met the gaze of King Jin who seemed to want to eat him alive. He shrank his shoulders in fear and did not dare to make a noise.
Prince Li hesitated for a moment and walked back.
No one else said a word. It was such a happy event, but it was about to turn into a funeral. It was too sudden. Xie Qiyun could have walked to the wedding hall, so he didn't just walk away.
"The doctor is here!"
Everyone made way.
The King of Jin had previously asked the doctor to wait outside the wedding hall just in case.
I didn't expect that this would be such a rare occurrence.
Prince Jin cried anxiously, "Divine Doctor Hua, please save my child again, please."
"I'll do my best."
Doctor Hua first checked the wrist pulse and then the neck pulse.
He pressed one hand on the neck pulse and used the other hand to give Xie Qiyun several injections at an extremely fast speed. Xie Qiyun did not react at all. His eyes were wide open and two lines of blood flowed from his eye sockets, like blood and tears.
Divine Doctor Hua withdrew his needles and asked several other doctors to come over and take the patient's pulse. They exchanged glances, and Divine Doctor Hua bowed and sighed, "Your Highness. The Crown Prince is gone."
"Your Majesty, I mourn for you."
That’s all.
Yun'er, is he dead?
Prince Jin was stunned for a moment, then blurted out in disbelief: "Didn't you say there was still a month left? How could it be so sudden... so sudden!"
His throat tightened and he gasped for breath, almost on the verge of losing control and collapsing.
His voice was sharp: "Tell me why!"
"The prince is suffering from a heart attack caused by anxiety," Divine Doctor Hua sighed, his attitude remaining calm. "The prince is frail and cannot stand shock, anger, or fatigue. You must take good care of him. He still has more than a month to live. Your Highness, I have already told you this."
"He was so angry and heartbroken that his heart was too weak to bear it." Doctor Hua shook his head, "He died suddenly and there's no way to save him."
That's right. Doctor Hua said...
So, so!
Prince Jin glared at him: "Sun Xianyao! You deserve to die."
"No... I didn't. It wasn't me." Even though Duke Cheng'en was a jerk, he knew he had gotten into trouble. He shrank his neck and said, "Uh, the prince has a funeral to attend to. I'll leave first and not disturb the prince."
"Take him."
King Jin covered his chest and said in shock and anger.
The Crown Prince was dead, and the Prince was furious. The servants did not dare to offend him, so they rushed over and held down the shoulders of Lord Cheng'en.
Lord Cheng'en panicked and shouted without restraint, "Let me go!"
"I've already said that Xie Qiyun died on his own. What does this have to do with me?"
"It's your Xie family's bad luck that such a happy event turned into a funeral."
"Lord Cheng'en, be careful with your words." Prince Li frowned unhappily and scolded coldly, "Haven't you had enough of your nonsense?!"
What does "the Xie family is unlucky" mean? The Xie family is unlucky enough to sit on the throne and rule the world? Anyone who says that should be dragged away and beaten.
"Alu," Prince Li advised, "let go of Duke Cheng'en first. Sit down and talk it over. Qiyun's body is still warm. Can you bear to leave him lying on the ground like this?"
"Hurry up and help the princess sit down. Can't you see that she has already leaned over?
"Where's the doctor? Go and see the princess. Don't let her have a heart attack. Go with the prince."
Prince Li gave instructions repeatedly, and the nanny hurried over to support the princess. Someone brought a chair for her to sit down, and Doctor Hua went over to check her pulse.
"Alu," Prince Li sighed, "you must mourn."
"Sheng'er, go and help your father."
Xie Sheng lowered his head and went to support Prince Jin, with a hint of complacency in his eyes.
"Uncle Wang."
Prince Jin shook off Xie Sheng and pointed at Duke Cheng'en with gritted teeth, saying resentfully, "I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling... Yun'er shouldn't have died."
He was heartbroken and tears streamed down his face.
"Yun'er can survive!"
After the bridal sedan entered the house, Yun'er's spirits suddenly improved. The wedding must have been helpful.
If Sun Xianyao hadn't been so unreasonable and had gotten married, would Yun'er have survived? It was Sun Xianyao who killed Yun'er.
"Uncle Wang, I want him to pay with his life!"
The hatred in Prince Jin's eyes was boiling, frightening Duke Cheng'en so much that he trembled and hurriedly distanced himself from the matter: "Your Highness, it really wasn't me..."
Before he finished speaking, Prince Jin drew out his guard's sword with murderous intent and stabbed him.
The sword, filled with hatred, stabbed into his chest.
"Alu! Don't be impulsive."
Prince Li anxiously grabbed his arm, and the tip of the sword deflected a few inches before piercing Duke Cheng'en's body.
Ahhh! Duke Cheng’en screamed in pain, his legs trembling, his whole body limp. He instinctively grabbed the sword with his hands, his palms stained with blood.
"I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying..."
A suspicious puddle of water appeared on the ground.
Blood splattered along the tip of the sword and splashed all over his face.
This is my own blood, blood, blood...
I'm going to die!
"Hurry, hurry, help me..." Cheng En Gong cried, "I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't kill me."
Prince Li was afraid that someone might die. He said, "Alu, calm down first. I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."
The King of Jin drew his sword with his backhand, but the bloody tip of the sword was only pulled out an inch before he suddenly stopped. He held his arm horizontally, maintaining the action of drawing the sword, without moving.
Prince Li thought he was listening and said, "Give me the sword."
He reached out to grab the sword, and when his palm pressed on his forearm, he felt something wet and sticky under his palm. Prince Li raised his hand and took a look, and his scalp suddenly went numb.
His palms were covered in blood.
Of course it wasn't his own blood, it was—
"Alu?"
Prince Jin stood straight and didn't react at all.
He was very happy today, so he changed into a cheerful robe. Although it was not so obvious, if you looked closely, you could clearly see that there were black and red marks spreading on the fabric.
Prince Li pushed him gently, and Prince Jin swayed left and right but remained motionless.
Prince Li saw that the situation was not good and shouted, "Alu! Alu!"
"Doctor, come quickly."
Prince Jin fell straight back and hit the ground.
The servants rushed over to serve as cushions for him.
"Father."
Xie Sheng cried so hard that sweat covered his forehead. He thought: My father can't be in trouble. He hasn't even asked for a crown prince for me yet.
Prince Li shouted anxiously, "Chen'er, take a look, what's wrong with him?"
How can he fall down just like that? The Duke of Cheng’en, who was stabbed with a sword, hasn’t fallen down yet.
The guests were stunned by this. Didn't the Prince of Jin's Mansion consider an auspicious date for their wedding? This was a bit too unlucky.
Doctor Hua, carrying medicine, finished examining the princess and hurried over. As soon as he squatted down, someone called out, "Doctor, the prince has died."
Melted?
What does melted mean?
Prince Li was so shocked that his brain couldn't react and he turned his head back stupidly.
"Don't look at it."
Xie Yingchen stood in front of him and helped him sit down.
One of Xie Qiyun's sleeves was pulled down by Cheng Engong, revealing his arm. Originally, there was still some flesh on his arm, and the white bones were clearly visible. But now, in less than a cup of tea, the flesh and blood turned into a pool of blood like melting ice and snow, and completely turned into a pile of skeletons.
The Duke of Wei was trembling with fear.
He thought about what Gu Zhizhuo said at Sanlitun, and the words "karma" exploded in his ears like thunder.
Duke Weiguo sneaked closer to Xie Yingchen.
Fortunately, he wasn't too stupid and didn't follow a single path to the end. He made up his mind not to leave the Crown Prince for a single moment today and to remain absolutely loyal from now on.
The wedding hall was completely devoid of joy and was in chaos. The servants were running around like headless flies.
The red silk wedding cloth that fell to the ground was left with footprints.
Of the three masters in the mansion, two fainted and one died.
The whole house was covered with big red wedding characters, which was extremely ironic.
Even the guests waiting for the banquet in the backyard heard some noises and the whispers of familiar people.
Not to mention others, even Mrs. Gu, who has always been slow to respond to the outside world, noticed it.
The invitation to the wedding banquet in the palace was sent to the Zhenbei Palace in a formal manner. The lady-in-waiting liked the hustle and bustle, and she had just been promoted to the palace's concubine, so she loved to show off. Gu Zhizhuo and Gu Zhijiao simply came to sit with her and cheer her up.
"Zhuo girl, the wedding ceremony hasn't been completed yet?"
"It's been too long, could something have happened?"
Actually, being in the inner courtyard is not like waiting in vain. You can listen to operas or something, have people to talk to, and flatter you, so you won't get impatient waiting.
But from that moment on, the servants became hurried and there was no joy on their faces.
"It should be."
Gu Zhizhuo curled his lips and said, "The servants are collecting the red silk."
She raised her chin towards the lady.
The second-floor theater building was high up and the lady squinted her eyes to see that in the distance, all the red silk hanging on the corridor had disappeared. The maids and servants were taking down the hanging red lanterns with long bamboo poles, covering them with a layer of white gauze, and then hanging them up again.
"Someone's dead?" The lady was shocked.
The red lanterns in the mansion were covered with white gauze one after another. From a distance, it looked like white waves rolling in.
"Who died?"
"It's really unlucky."
"No wonder there's been no wedding ceremony yet."
The sound of whispering followed one after another, and some people secretly shouted "bad luck" in dissatisfaction.
Too.
If it is a funeral, you need the host family to announce the death before you can come, otherwise you will be affected by the host family's bad luck.
A stern-looking housekeeper hurried up the stairs, knelt respectfully, and said, "Dowager Consort, Princess."
"Ladies, madam. My young master just passed away."
"Our princess is also ill and may not be able to entertain you. Today's wedding banquet is cancelled. Please move your wedding."
Her attitude was extremely humble.
"Grandma, let's go back."
Gu Zhijiao helped her up. It was rare for the lady to go out to play, and it was obvious that she had not had enough fun, especially since she had just listened to two acts of the play, and there was more exciting stuff to come, so she wanted to watch more.
Gu Zhizhuo understood and said with a smile, "Let's go to the Xiangxi Tower."
This is more or less the same. The lady was satisfied and left the theater with Gu Zhijiao by her side, followed by the maids.
Gu Zhizhuo sent Qingmei to the front to check the situation.
When they reached the ceremonial gate, Gu Zhizhuo had just helped the lady onto the carriage when Qingmei hurried back and said, "Miss, your brother-in-law asked you to wait a moment."
"Chen'er, is there something wrong?" The lady drew aside the curtains. She liked Xie Yingchen very much and said hurriedly, "Let Jiaojiao accompany me back."
Gu Zhizhuo agreed. If it wasn't something important, the young master wouldn't have kept her waiting.
"Jiaojiao, take grandma to the Xiang Opera House, and ask Weiwei and the others to come along." She raised her chin and said, "Just tell me your name, and there will definitely be a seat."
The lady was surprised: "You even booked a private room in the Xiangxi Opera House?"
“I guess so!”
This proud and complacent little expression clearly shows that he is a dandy who invites trouble, rides a horse through the streets, and bullies men and women... Exactly like the Lady Dowager's seventh brother when he was young!
Gu Zhizhuo:?
Why.
The lady patted the back of Gu Zhijiao's hand and said, "Fortunately, fortunately, there is still one that hasn't been raised crooked."
Satisfied, she lowered the curtains.
People came out from the ceremonial gate one after another, and the sounds of talking, horses neighing, and wheels mixed together.
The servant is taking the red lantern.
In a short period of time, Prince Jin's Mansion seemed to have turned into a mourning hall, depressing and lifeless.
Watching the carriage go away, Gu Zhizhuo said as he walked: "You say."
"The Prince of Jin is dead. They were about to get married, but Lord Cheng'en changed his mind and made such a fuss that the Prince of Jin was so angry that he died." Qingmei recounted everything she had heard from the servants, describing how Lord Cheng'en lifted the veil and pointed at the Prince of Jin and cursed him. Gu Zhizhuo felt as if he was there too.
"Prince Jin and Princess Jin also fell."
As he was speaking, Gu Zhizhuo found a black lacquered carriage, which was Xie Yingchen's carriage.
She planned to wait in the carriage.
I looked up and was happy.
Chongjiu sat on the cart, playing with the whip boredly like an ordinary coachman.
Seeing her coming, he called out, "Miss Gu."
Gu Zhizhuo jumped onto the carriage, sat down next to Chongjiu, and said with a smile, "You're back?"
"yes."
After Chongjiu came out of the village, he first found the horse he had hidden, then ran back from the small path around the village, galloping for a full hour before he arrived.
"Did you succeed?" Gu Zhizhuo asked in a low voice.
"yes."
Chongjiu took out the bright yellow imperial edict from his arms, pushed it back with his backhand, and threw it into the carriage.
As a martial artist, his movements were so fast that even Gu Zhizhuo, who was sitting next to him, could only see an afterimage.
"Let me take a look."
Gu Zhizhuo got into the carriage and picked up the imperial edict.
Looking at the bloodstains on the imperial edict, her brows raised slightly.
Xie Yingchen had originally prepared a blank imperial edict, which he had deliberately made look old, in order to use as a replacement. However, this edict was stained with blood, and it was clear that the fake one they had prepared was useless.
Gu Zhizhuo didn't elaborate, but asked, "Xiangyang hasn't come back yet?"
"not yet."
He was always concise and to the point, and then added two more words, "safe."
Just be safe. Xiangyang is smart and nothing will go wrong.
Qingmei outside asked curiously: "How did you two do it?"
Chongjiu spoke to her calmly, as if he was talking about someone else.
After listening for a while, Gu Zhizhuo's eyes lit up and he waved outside, "Young Master."
Xie Yingchen came with Duke Weiguo. To be more precise, Duke Weiguo followed him closely, still in shock.
Her smile made Xie Yingchen feel relieved and his steps became lighter. Seeing that Chongjiu had returned, he nodded slightly without saying anything.
"Duke." Xie Yingchen stopped in front of the carriage. "Prince Li is old and I'm afraid he can't hold on any longer. Go and help him."
Is this an errand for me?! Upon hearing this, the Duke of Wei was overjoyed and ignored his fear. He hurriedly said, "I'll go right away."
Xie Yingchen entered the carriage.
"Young Master."
Gu Zhizhuo handed over the imperial edict, "Chongjiu brought it back."
This imperial edict should be the last will and testament of the late emperor. It has a very special meaning to Xie Yingchen, so Gu Zhizhuo specially waited for him to come back to read it together.
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