Chapter 1161 Those Dreams Did Not Come to Life
At night, it is pitch dark.
When He Yi walked into the dungeon of Dali Temple, a dampness, accompanied by an unbreakable darkness in front of his eyes, rushed towards him, making him frown.
Although the two guards behind him were holding lanterns, they could only illuminate the small area in front of them.
The darkness around him made him feel like a wild beast that was ready to devour him at any time.
This ominous feeling hasn't come for a long time.
He hadn't felt this way for a long time, ever since the fire in the palace that year when Zhu Feng ended the previous emperor's reign.
The guard behind him noticed his hesitation and said softly, "Sir?"
He Yi came back to his senses: "Hmm?"
"It's just ahead."
"Um."
He was ordered to come to the Dali Temple to investigate overnight. However, Prince Ning's case was special. It was a serious crime of treason. Unlike other people in prison, he did not have visitors. Even if the emperor allowed it, no one dared to get into trouble at this time.
Therefore, the only people that Prince Ning came into contact with were those in the Dali Temple.
Just now, he met with all the people who had come into contact with Prince Ning, and there were almost no problems.
The only one left is the dungeon guard.
Although he was just a minor figure, under normal circumstances, there would be no need for him to interrogate him. However, the fact that Prince Ning was poisoned to death in front of the emperor was a very serious matter, so he had to investigate every detail.
So, to the dungeon.
Seeing that it was too dark ahead, the two guards walked in front of him to lead the way, saying, "Sir, the cell where His Royal Highness Prince Ning is being held is just ahead, and so are the guards."
They talked as they walked.
After a while, they arrived at the door of the cell, but as they got closer, the three of them were stunned.
The cell should have been empty, but at this moment, a black shadow was hanging in the air, swaying.
It turned out to be a corpse!
“Oh no!”
One of the guards shouted, rushed forward, kicked open the cell door, and shone the lantern in his hand.
He's the dungeon guard.
He fell into the middle of the cell, a hemp rope around his neck hanging from the skylight above his head.
The cold moonlight shone through the skylight, illuminating his pale face.
His eyes and the blood flowing from his mouth and nose were all a cold green, which was chilling.
The two guards panicked and said helplessly, "How could this happen?"
"How could he be—poisoned, too?"
"Could it be that he committed suicide out of fear of punishment?"
"Could it be that Prince Ning is him——"
He Yi remained silent, just standing outside the cell, looking coldly at the swaying corpse through a row of thick bars.
There was no expression on his face.
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Over the next two days, news came one after another.
Zhu Feng only felt that the dark clouds hanging over his head, or rather, over the imperial city, had become even thicker.
Those who had contact with Prince Ning took poison and hanged themselves.
He wanted to find the daily records of Emperor Gao's reign in the palace, but as early as that year when he attacked the imperial city, the daily records office had been burned down, and all the events of that year were buried in the sea of fire.
Those who knew about those events had already disappeared one by one with the passage of time and his original Jingnan Campaign.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't find anything.
Just as Zhu Xuan said before he died, although he was the emperor and rich, he had no idea who gave birth to him or who raised him.
He is even worse than an ordinary citizen.
While thinking this, Zhu Feng sat behind the imperial desk, gripping the edge of the table with both hands, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were bloodshot from not sleeping for two whole days, making him look even more ferocious and almost crazy.
Seeing him like this, He Yi and Xu Miaoyin were both very nervous.
After the previous experience, they knew very well how much influence their own life experience would have on Zhu Feng.
And the most terrifying thing is——
The first time, he was still young and Emperor Gao could completely control him.
The second time, after the grand sacrifice, he had already started a killing spree in the palace. Fortunately, he met the imperial concubine at that time, who gave him a momentary pause from losing his mind, and He Yi was able to control him.
However, not every time you can be so lucky.
They have no way of controlling what will happen if it happens a third time.
But not everyone can control the emperor.
Moreover, after reporting the matter, although Zhu Feng exuded a terrifying aura, he did not start killing directly like he did last time, which made them feel a glimmer of hope.
Maybe this time, Zhu Feng will no longer be affected by the past?
Thinking of this, they all looked at him cautiously.
The entire imperial study was oppressed by a suffocating atmosphere. After a long silence, Zhu Feng sat in a chair and said in a deep voice, "All of you, go down."
He Yi and Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment.
Xu Miaoyin said softly: "Your Majesty, I will stay and accompany you."
"No."
Zhu Feng had no expression on his face and said coldly, "I miss someone."
“…”
"Everyone get out!"
Everyone was now speechless and could only cautiously leave the imperial study.
As soon as the door was closed, Ye Zheng frowned and turned to look at He Yi: "Master Niubi, you decide what to do this time!"
He Yi was silent for a while.
Xu Miaoyin said from the side: "The emperor's situation this time seems to be different from before."
He Yi said, "Because this time, the time since I last used Supreme Oblivion was very short."
“…”
"He didn't have time to regain some of his senses."
"You mean—"
He Yi looked at Ye Zheng: "Do you remember what you often said, that the Emperor likes to kill people in his dreams?"
Ye Zheng nodded.
In fact, they all knew very well that Zhu Feng had been troubled by dreams, and his bloodlust was often accompanied by his dreams.
He will become bloodthirsty due to the influence of dreams.
He Yi said, "But this time, after using the Supreme Forgetfulness, the Emperor seems to rarely have such dreams."
“…”
"In other words, the impact of his memory on him is lessening."
Ye Zheng opened his eyes wide: "Is it true?"
He Yi was silent for a moment, then said, "I guessed."
"you--"
Ye Zheng had a very angry expression on his face.
But on the other hand, Xu Miaoyin said, "I think what He Yi said is correct. The emperor really doesn't seem to be affected by dreams these days."
“…”
"Of course, maybe it's because the time since I used Supreme Oblivion was too short, so those dreams didn't have time to appear."
He Yi was silent for a while, then said, "I think there's another person who might also have some influence."
"who?"
"Noble Concubine."
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