His Majesty the Emperor couldn't help but frown: "Isn't there any other way?"
Shen Qingyu couldn't very well say something like "the will to survive is more important than anything else," so she could only say, "I will do my best."
When these words reached His Majesty the Emperor's ears, it meant, "He's beyond saving; we can only do our best to save him."
Just then, guards and the imperial physician entered, and together with Shen Qingyu, they began to detoxify Cheng Ping.
The imperial physicians carefully examined all three teacups, only to find that "only the rim of this one cup was poisoned, while the others were not. The tea itself was also not poisoned."
His Majesty the Emperor then realized that Cheng Ping truly wanted to die, and he wanted to die in front of him.
Following the advice of imperial physicians who were experienced in using traditional Chinese medicine to detoxify, things became much easier.
Although the hope was slim, thanks to Shen Qingyu's mobile herbal extractor, the prescription was quickly prepared and administered to Cheng Ping, who soon began to vomit.
He vomited out the foul-smelling venom, and for a moment he regained his senses.
Seeing His Majesty the Emperor sitting not far away, he gave a bitter laugh: "Why did you save me? I don't want to live anymore."
Then she fainted again.
The imperial physician scrambled to his feet: "Quick! Give it to her again!"
So everyone started feeding Cheng Ping again...
After administering the medicine, it's time for a medicinal bath.
With most of his body sitting in the water, but his head, arms, and chest covered in silver needles, Cheng Ping sat in the tub like a hedgehog, blood still dripping from his fingertips...
When Qi Yunxiao came in, he saw his pregnant wife sitting on the porch, sweating profusely, trying to get some fresh air.
Their eyes met, and both of them paused for a moment.
Then Qi Yunxiao strode over and grabbed Shen Qingyu's hand: "How are you? Are you hurt? Is anything bothering you?"
Shen Qingyu smiled and shook her head: "I'm fine, but Cheng Ping isn't doing so well."
At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor also came out from the other side.
Just now, he took a stroll around this villa.
This was the place he tacitly allowed Cheng Ping to prepare for his mother; it was luxuriously decorated, but it was nothing more than an exquisite prison.
As he walked around here just now, he couldn't help but think about the little things that woman did in this villa.
The maid who used to serve that woman is still alive, and she recounted in detail the relationship between the mother and son.
It turned out that on every day that she longed for his arrival but never saw him, that woman would take her anger out on Cheng Ping.
Being hit and scolded is the norm, being ignored is the norm, and looking at him with disdain is the norm...
Later, the woman probably realized that she could never be acknowledged, so she started to lash out at the maid and began to cry and make a scene with Cheng Ping.
I could almost hear Cheng Ping's words before he fell into a coma.
"Father, I regret being born. There has never been a single person in this world who has truly cared for me."
“None of you have ever asked me whether I wanted to live as your shame…”
Yes, none of this was what he wanted, but no one ever gave him the right to choose.
Qi Yunxiao bowed to His Majesty the Emperor, who seemed somewhat dazed: "Xiao'er, your mother wasn't by your side when you were young. Do you resent your parents?"
Qi Yunxiao paused for a moment, then answered honestly, "I did resent it when I was a child. But as I grew up, I gradually realized that I couldn't rely on anyone, and no one could be relied on, so I gradually stopped wanting to resent it."
After thinking for a moment, Qi Yunxiao added, "Hating someone is too tiring; it's better to let go."
"But why can't he let go?" the emperor wondered.
Faced with the Emperor's seemingly self-talking question, Qi Yunxiao once again displayed his straightforward nature: "When I was very young, although everyone disliked my dark forehead, my mother was still very good to me. Cheng Ping... his mother was never good to him."
His Majesty the Emperor: "..."
Shen Qingyu understood.
A happy childhood heals a lifetime, while an unhappy childhood takes a lifetime to heal.
Poor Cheng Ping.
So his ultimate goal in kidnapping himself was simply that he didn't want to live anymore. He just wanted to grab the person His Majesty the Emperor was most likely to value before he died, and force this biological father to come and see him one last time.
Of course, Cheng Ping probably chose him because he was easier to deal with than Consort Rong.
Furthermore, Cheng Ping once saw the shadow of his dream mother in Shen Qingyu.
well!
After learning that Cheng Ping had finally been rescued, His Majesty the Emperor returned to the palace.
The job of an emperor is too busy; the whole country is waiting for him, and he cannot afford to be delayed for too long.
However, Qi Yunxiao was left behind to handle the aftermath, so Shen Qingyu had no choice but to stay and accompany her husband.
When Cheng Ping woke up, all he saw was Qi Yunxiao with a dark expression.
Qi Yunxiao gave Cheng Ping a deep look: "You're alive?"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Cheng Ping hummed in response.
Qi Yunxiao: "That's good."
Then, without warning, Cheng Ping was punched in the eye socket by Qi Yunxiao!
"Ugh..." Cheng Ping groaned in pain, but didn't say anything.
Qi Yunxiao lowered his voice and leaned close to Cheng Ping: "I don't care what grudges you have with His Majesty, it has nothing to do with me, and nothing to do with my wife."
"If you dare to harm my wife again for your own selfish desires, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Cheng Ping scoffed, "How else can you be impolite? I'm all alone now."
Qi Yunxiao sneered: "Your silly wife is just stubborn. Now that you've run away, she's secretly asked someone to contact me, saying she wants me to help you. She's willing to pay any amount of money the Qian family can give, even if it means giving them all their assets."
"She's just a merchant in a prefecture. I can make her bankrupt if I want, and Qingyu doesn't even need to know!"
Upon hearing that Yu Qiao was willing to go bankrupt for him, Cheng Ping was stunned for a moment and subconsciously retorted, "Impossible!"
That tiger-woman never gave me a kind look. Even in bed, she was incredibly wild. When had she ever been docile?!
Qi Yunxiao sneered, "You ungrateful wretch!"
He turned around and went out.
When Qi Yunxiao went back in, Cheng Ping seemed to have come to terms with things. He asked Qi Yunxiao, "What does Your Majesty intend to do with me?"
Qi Yunxiao: "Expel him from the capital."
Cheng Ping gave a bitter laugh, but quickly composed himself, threw off the covers and got out of bed: "I'm leaving now."
Qi Yunxiao couldn't stand his pathetic state and tossed him a piece of yellow paper: "This is from His Majesty."
Cheng Ping took it, opened it, and saw only two neat characters: "Han Zhang".
Cheng Ping recognized it at a glance; it was personally written by the Emperor.
What does this mean?
"His Majesty bestowed this name upon your son. His Majesty said that your names can be included in the imperial genealogy, but they must not be made public, not even to your wife." After saying this, Qi Yunxiao turned and left.
In the quiet room, Cheng Ping looked at the flimsy piece of paper in front of him and suddenly burst into tears.
Is this the recognition he fought so hard for?
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