Chapter 128 The Emperor Writes a Divorce Edict for Si He
The Imperial Palace.
The emperor paced back and forth in his nightgown.
"Your Majesty, it's already past midnight," the eunuch beside him advised.
"Oh dear, Qingbao will be going to the palace tomorrow to collect the imperial edict."
These past few days, the Emperor has been pondering this deeply, feeling extremely uneasy.
For some reason, mentioning Sihe's divorce always seems to bring lightning strikes.
It seems as if God is stopping it.
"Tell me, if I truly defy Heaven, will Heaven strike me dead?" The Emperor grew increasingly uneasy.
The eunuch was silent for a moment, then said, "Whether you will be struck dead by lightning for defying the heavens is unknown to this servant, but if you go against Qingbao's will, the Emperor Emeritus might come and take you away..."
The retired emperor repeatedly instructed the emperor to heed Qingbao's words.
This shows that Qingbao has quite a background.
The emperor took a flower from the vase and began to pluck the petals.
The eunuch's eyelids twitched. "Your Majesty, are you choosing between being struck by lightning or being strangled by the Emperor Emeritus?"
The Emperor nodded, tossing a flower petal at him, "Splitting them to death, strangling them to death, splitting them to death, strangling them to death..."
He was going to die either way, and he didn't know if his father would protect him in the underworld.
"Your Majesty, let's talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow. It's already past midnight, you should get some rest," the eunuch advised.
"Do you think my father will come looking for me if I fall asleep?" the emperor asked.
Father-in-law: "If you prop your pillow up a bit, you might not dream about it."
The emperor went to sleep contentedly.
Just then.
A wisp of black smoke was swept into the palace by the wind.
The emperor opened his eyes and was so frightened that he jumped off the bed.
He hugged a pillow, holding it in front of him, his voice stammering:
"Father...Father, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, I was just hesitating for a moment, just a moment..."
Open your eyes.
He found a small, round face in front of him, with its eyebrows and eyes curved as it tilted its head to look at him.
The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. "Qingbao, you didn't bring my father up here, did you?"
"No, don't worry, it's not your father, it's just the most powerful ghost." Qingbao nodded, and the little leaf on her head nodded as well.
When the emperor saw Fu Tu behind her, he was so frightened that he let out a sharp scream.
The scene changes.
The emperor, his mouth covered by black mist, sat upright on the desk.
"It's so noisy." Fu Tu said impatiently, "If you're going to write, then write. Why all this nonsense?"
The emperor was on the verge of tears, pointing to his mouth and sobbing softly.
Qingbao waved her little hand, wiping away the black smoke from his mouth. "Hehe, what do you want to say?"
"What if I were struck by lightning and killed?" the Emperor asked.
Qingbao glanced at her mother.
Si He knelt before the Emperor and presented a token with both hands.
The Emperor abruptly stood up, walked to her, and picked up the token.
"The Fuhua Token? How did it end up in your hands? Have you gone to see Heng'er?"
Could it be that Sihe is the person Heng'er has been waiting for all along?
"Yes! Some time ago, I had the honor of meeting His Highness the Crown Prince, and it was he who instructed me to come and see you!"
Si He spoke slowly and calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.
The Emperor was shocked: "Such an important thing, and you're only using it for a divorce? Aren't you going to exchange it for something else from me?"
Si He shook her head, "This humble woman only wants a divorce, and has no other desires."
The emperor sighed slowly and took the token away.
"If that's the case, then so be it. But you must promise me that you will personally go and bring Heng'er back."
After Heng'er went to Zhenguo Temple, no news came back. The only letter he received was a request that he must agree to the demands of the person who came to deliver the Fuhua Decree.
Perhaps, Heng'er must have guessed something back then.
"Your Majesty, I have many questions," Si He stood up, her eyes filled with worry. "Why is His Highness the Crown Prince helping me?"
What is the cause and effect between us?
The emperor paused in writing the imperial edict, his eyes darkened, and he put down the pen.
He sighed.
"It's not a secret. More than ten years ago, Heng'er was being hunted down. The people who were hunting him were incredibly powerful, and I could only ask the abbot of Zhenguo Temple to protect my son."
"The abbot's skills were no match for the other side, but he protected my son with the Buddhist teachings of the entire temple. After many days of negotiation, the other side had no choice but to negotiate a truce with the abbot..."
"The result of the peace talks was that Crown Prince Xia Jingheng would be forbidden from leaving Zhenguo Temple for the rest of his life..."
Si He's lips trembled: "If...we go out, what will happen?"
Speaking of this, the Emperor's eyes were filled with grief, "If this happens, even the abbot will die..."
"They not only threatened the abbot, but also gave him two things to pass on to others. As for what those things were, I have no idea."
“This humble woman should know what those two things are; they are the amulets that Su Xiao and Si Yao were carrying.” Si He continued, “Then what does this have to do with this humble woman?”
The Emperor looked at her, his gaze complex. "The abbot said that as long as Heng'er can wait for his destined person, he will be able to leave Zhenguo Temple and be free from any danger to his life. You are Heng'er's destined person."
But the agreement from back then was: if the Crown Prince emerges, the Abbot will die.
When the destined person appears, the prince will be able to leave the mountain safely, and the abbot will have to repay his karmic debts and pass away.
He sighed again, "You have to believe in the abbot's abilities. He didn't give Su Xiao and Si Yao the peace charms he did wrong; it was intentional..."
Perhaps, knowing that Si He was the destined one, the abbot deliberately made a mistake and gave Su Xiao and Si Yao the amulet that could bring them together in marriage, so that the two of them could be loving forever.
Si He was finally able to break free from this marriage.
Upon hearing this...
Several people felt a chill run down their spines.
Si He, in particular, took a deep breath and wondered, "Could it be that those two immortals did it again?"
They wanted to use the abbot's hand to bind her and Su Xiao together with two peace charms, making them lifelong partners.
Only amulets given by the abbot are believed by ordinary people to have the power to protect them.
The abbot knew that Sihe was a destined person and the crown prince's only hope, so he broke a major taboo by handing her over to the wrong person.
No wonder, he wanted to settle his karmic debts, but he destroyed two peace charms and passed away.
"An immortal?" The emperor gave a cold laugh.
"Countless guards died tragically at their hands that year, as easily as crushing ants. To kill my son, they slaughtered countless people. Can such people be called immortals?"
Connecting the two amulets with this incident, the Emperor suddenly understood:
It turns out that the two people who struck him with lightning were the same ones from back then.
They didn't want Sihe to divorce, nor did they want the Crown Prince to leave the mountain...
No wonder the Emperor repeatedly ordered him to listen to Qingbao.
So, Qingbao is now the only one left to contend with those two?
Upon hearing this...
The token hidden in Si He's sleeve was slightly warm.
She looked at Fu Tu.
They discovered that Fu Tu's eyes were terribly dark, and he no longer had the cool and gentle demeanor he once had.
“Since those two are also your enemies, what are you hesitating for?” he said to the emperor.
In fact, he had already foreseen all of this.
If it weren't for his constant, quiet efforts, perhaps this group of people wouldn't even have had the chance to stand together.
The emperor nodded and picked up his brush to write the imperial edict.
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