But fate is something no one can escape.
Without this imperial edict, they could have stayed peacefully in the cold palace without anyone noticing.
However, with this imperial edict, Xie Rang's life became much more difficult. At this time, the concubines in the harem had not yet moved to the temple for quiet cultivation, and they would try every means to make things difficult for Xie Rang.
Xie Rang had no powerful backing, and he had to overcome all the difficulties on his own. But how difficult was that in the palace?
Although life was tough before, at least he wasn't bullied too much. Now, all around him are wolves and tigers looking for trouble. No matter how careful Xie Rang is, he can't avoid getting hurt.
Yun Qing felt very sorry for her, but there was nothing she could do.
Once you get involved in something like this, there's no turning back.
Xie Rang was actually much smarter than anyone imagined. Although he had not received the education of an emperor, he had figured out a set of rules in his daily life. He was not lacking in ability, skill, strategy and wisdom.
He never seemed to mind showing his ambition in front of Yun Qing.
Yun Qing asked him, "Even if you knew you wouldn't have a good ending, would you still do these things?"
Xie Rang sat with her under the eaves and chuckled, "You said I would become a very powerful emperor, and I want to give it a try."
He had expectations for the world Yun Qing described, even though he could not see it, but he was willing to add a chapter to the development of history.
Yun Qing looked at him and saw the determination in his eyes. The hesitation in her heart finally dissipated: "...Mm."
"Yunqing," Xie Rang suddenly called her, his gaze intense, "Have you noticed something—your soul is growing."
"Hmm?" Yun Qing looked at her hands. She hadn't noticed the changes in her body for a long time. "Really?"
She thought for a while, then her eyebrows curved slightly: "This is fine, otherwise I would feel awkward."
Her mind kept growing, but her body didn't. Yun Qing always felt something was off, but she couldn't force these things, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Xie Rang's expression was gentle as he took her hand: "Then we can grow up together."
Yun Qing didn't grasp the deeper meaning and nodded subconsciously, "Yes."
...
It took Xie Rang six years to go from being manipulated to completely seizing power.
Unfortunately, the only imperial tutor appointed by the late emperor before his death was assassinated and died, unable to help Xie Rang any further.
Yun Qing had heard that he was an extremely young top scholar who passed the imperial examination at the tender age of eighteen. Even in modern times, he would be considered one of the best. Upon hearing the news, Yun Qing felt very sorry for him.
But these were all predetermined and Yunqing couldn't change them, so she accompanied Xie Rang in learning. Although traditional Chinese characters seemed difficult, in a sense, she and Xie Rang, as beginners, were not much different.
At least the two of them had each other to keep them company, so studying wasn't too boring.
Yun Qing stopped trying to persuade him and instead helped him a lot in her soul form.
Those who were secretly plotting probably never imagined that there were soul entities in this world that could find out about them so quietly, making them more powerful than any secret guards or assassins.
However, it is easy to dodge a spear in the open, but difficult to guard against an arrow in the dark.
At the age of seventeen, Xie Rang suffered a serious injury.
In his death throes, the last pawn he had buried beside Xie Rang proved useful. The arrow pierced through Xie Rang's back and down to his chest. His face was ashen, and his eyes were tightly shut, unable to open.
Because the arrow was so close to the heart, no one dared to pull it out.
Lin Chen watched from the side. The imperial physicians who had come knelt on the ground, all of them sweating profusely, muttering "Your Majesty, I am incompetent."
The soul is indifferent to temperature, but at that moment, Yun Qing felt a chill run through her body.
The history she studied wouldn't be that detailed, so she naturally wouldn't know what Emperor Li experienced during his growth.
The phrase "the tyrannical emperor died young" sums up his entire life.
Her heart trembled as she grasped Xie Rang's hand, her voice deep and muffled, barely audible as she sobbed, "Wake up, Xie Qi'an. You promised me you would become a great emperor..."
"Please don't let anything happen."
Perhaps the prayers were truly effective, for a short while, someone was brought in from outside. It was said that he was a descendant of the Qishui Yu clan, an extremely powerful divine physician.
He looked serious, but acted in a very methodical manner. He quickly had things prepared and personally helped Xie Rang remove the arrow.
He glanced at the still unconscious emperor and looked troubled: “Arrow wounds are not difficult to heal, but the arrow is poisoned. If we delay too long, I’m afraid it will shorten my lifespan.”
Lin Chen's expression tightened: "Are there any other methods we can try?"
Mr. Yu paused for a moment: "...I'll try my best."
In fact, Xie Rang can now be considered a wise ruler. If it weren't for this, Mr. Yu, who had suffered so much persecution from the powerful, would never have agreed to enter the palace.
But fate had other plans. Just as Da Xi was starting to recover, Xie Rang was poisoned again.
Isn't this just fate playing tricks on us?
Yun Qing gently pressed her cheek against Xie Rang's hand, once again recognizing this fact.
There was a hint of confusion in her eyes: "It seems like I really can't change anything..."
In those irretrievable years, Xie Rang and her family were no different. She wanted to save him, but found her strength to be too insignificant.
Mr. Yu's medical skills were superb. After three days of care, Xie Rang indeed slowly woke up.
No one dared to keep this news from him. After listening to Lin Chen's explanation, Xie Rang remained calm and simply ordered, "Go down."
Once everyone in the hall was alone, he looked at Yun Qing and asked in a low voice, "Yun Qing, if I become the kind of person you despise, will you leave me?"
The young emperor, at the height of his youthful vigor, exuded a heavy aura. Through his profound gaze, Yun Qing could already see the future in the distance.
Yun Qing's heart tightened, as if sensing something: "No... I won't."
Xie Rang reached out to her, his voice a little hoarse: "I'm in a lot of pain, can I hug you?"
"Put your hands down!" Noticing his movement, Yun Qing's eyes widened slightly, but she still went over and let him hug her. "You need to take good care of your injuries, otherwise no one will be there to keep me company."
Her tone was muffled, trying to hide her worry, but Xie Rang still noticed it. He gently patted her back and whispered a promise: "Okay, I'll stay with you for the rest of my life."
If someone were to enter the hall at this moment, they would surely witness a horrifying scene.
The emperor, high above all others, seemed to be speaking to thin air, yet his lowered eyes held a smile, a deep possessiveness, and some thick, unreadable emotions.
Xie Rang thought to himself, "He never lies."
Even if he becomes a ghost, he will stay with Yun Qing.
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