Chapter 2284 [Shangxie] Deposed Queen
Qingze's pupils shrank, his legs softened and he knelt heavily on the ground.
"His Majesty……"
Chang Sun Chi still had no expression, as if he was just saying that he wanted to eat.
"I don't know when I'll wake up next time, or... there won't be a next time."
He pulled the corner of his lips and slowly turned to look at Qingze.
"Go ahead."
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Huang Hanlin was a historian.
This time, when the emperor personally led the army into the battlefield, he was chosen to follow him in the tent, recording every deployment of the emperor's troops, all the victories and defeats, big and small, and even some of the emperor's noteworthy battlefield life and pre-war speeches were recorded by him, waiting for the passage of time to become the history of this great dynasty.
When he was escorted to the inn by a group of black-robed guards and saw the emperor lying on the bed and was told the purpose of calling him there, the historian, who was over fifty years old, knelt down on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
"Your Majesty!"
A long period of life on the battlefield made this civil servant, who once only knew how to criticize the government, become much tougher and more experienced.
These days, as a recorder of the emperor's life on the battlefield, he felt more like a witness of history. His pen recorded the most powerful emperor in the history of the Chiwei Dynasty.
The words he said, the battles he fought, the injuries he suffered, even the wine he drank with the soldiers, the sand he ate on the battlefield, and the few times he laughed heartily, all come alive in his writing.
The long-term shadow-like following and recording made this emperor who had disappeared from the court for many years come back to life. He was flesh and blood, decisive in killing, wise and knew how to be approachable.
If Huang Hanlin had no impression of the emperor before, after returning from the battlefield, he had already regarded him as a god-like figure in his heart.
Respect and love them as any people would worship the king of their country.
However, at this moment, in the dead of night in the capital, in this small inn, the king to whom he had just decided to serve for the rest of his life, appeared before him in such a weak state without any warning.
Before he had time to record more of his great achievements, his pen had to be used to draft his will.
The middle-aged minister couldn't stop crying.
Huang Hanlin knelt beside the bed with tears streaming down his face, his grief evident in his expression.
Changsun Chi glanced at him and smiled faintly.
"I should have died long ago."
He said,
"Having the opportunity to record one final victorious battle in the history books, I am already...very satisfied."
He looked at Qingze and said calmly,
"Get some pen and ink, and let Hanlin begin."
Qingze walked forward, helped Huang Hanlin, who was crying so hard that his heart was broken, and let him sit at the table.
The pen and ink were ready, and the yellow edict was spread out flat on the table.
Chang Sun Chi's unfocused gaze fell upon the sky. His amber eyes were filled with a hazy light, and looked weak as if they would dissipate and go out at any moment.
But his voice was calm and steady, without a trace of trembling.
"I... have ascended the throne before I was even twenty, and it has only been six short years. As an emperor, I have accomplished nothing, with nothing to say. I have only... one empress in my life. The ceremony of her enthronement has not yet taken place... yet the historians have already recorded her name in the roster. Now... I depose her from the throne and bestow upon her ten thousand taels of gold... and ten palaces..."
Those light eyes gradually blurred, his voice became lower and lower, and finally could no longer be heard.
Qingze closed his eyes, and a tear fell into the candle wick, crackling and bursting into a spark.
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