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The new emperor returned to Kyoto with his deceased wife in his arms. He rode so fast that six horses died of exhaustion. It took him three days to reach the palace.
After placing Shen Luli in the ice-covered hall, they began to prepare for the wedding. Le Luo and Jian Can, who understood the whole story, finally hardened their hearts and knocked Chu Xin unconscious after seeing that he had obviously fallen into a crazy state.
When Chu Xin woke up, Shen Luli's body had already been buried by the Empress Dowager.
The lineage of the Duke of Zhenguo died out, and several old slaves spontaneously committed suicide by hanging in the mansion. Their bodies rotted for a long time before being discovered.
Chu Xin's eyes were red as he wanted to find the Queen Mother to argue, but he was grabbed by Jian Can, who slapped him in the face and scolded him harshly.
"Mr. Shen wouldn't want to see this scene. You've lost your mind. Chu Xin, don't you remember what Mr. Shen asked you to do before he left?" Le Luo said coldly, which was unprecedented.
"I know." Chu Xin touched his red and swollen face, and his mind gradually became clear. He stood in silence for a moment and spoke hoarsely.
June of the same year
The new emperor, despite the obstruction of all officials, posthumously named Shen Luli as the queen and buried her in the imperial mausoleum. At the same time, he issued an imperial decree, announcing that the harem would be closed and no new people would be admitted. His attitude clearly stated that there would only be Shen Luli in his life, which immediately caused an uproar in the court.
There were hundreds of impeachment memorials submitted that month, but Chu Xin didn't even read them. He burned them all. After a long time, the officials gradually calmed down.
Shen Changle was hung above the city gate, exposed to the scorching sun, wind and rain for nearly a month before he slowly died. Before his death, no one could understand the meaning of the smile on his lips...
Listening to his subordinates' report, Chu Xin did not say a word, but just clenched the jade hairpin in his hand indifferently.
Until Shen Changle's body rotted and became smelly, attracting flies, and finally turned into white bones and fell to the ground and turned into powder, the soldiers guarding the city wall collected his ashes and scattered them into the autumn wind outside Kyoto, and he did not die a good death.
In the third year of Changning, Feng Ze returned to Southern Xinjiang with Ba Zhu, who had obtained Chu Xin's permission. Before leaving, he handed Chu Xin a poison pill and said with narrowed eyes, "There is only one. Whether you want to take it or not is up to you."
Chu Xin clenched the poison pill in his hand and nodded silently. Feng Ze took a last look at the tired emperor sitting on the high seat, and took Ba Zhu with him to get on the carriage and leave Kyoto where he had stayed for more than a year.
I left today, after many years, and when we meet again, I'm afraid I'll never see you again.
Feng Ze knew that she could not see any hope in the eyes of the emperor, and she was just an empty shell.
The wind in Kyoto that day was so cold that it blurred my eyes...
In the sixth year of Changning, Bu Nan and Lan Huan resigned together. After expressing their feelings to each other, they became husband and wife in the same year. Chu Xin looked at the two of them looking at each other affectionately and holding their hands together, and finally nodded in agreement.
I heard that the two had opened a clinic in a small town along the river in Meizhou, called Zixi Clinic. Business was pretty good. On the first day of opening, Xu Qingjiu, the well-known and beloved governor of Meizhou, came to patronize the clinic. This made the clinic famous in Meizhou, which was Lan Huan's dream come true.
The 15th year of Changning
Chu Xin stood silently beside the Queen Dowager's bed, watching his mother look at him with regret, and said slowly, "My son is unfilial."
"Why is my son acting like this?" The Queen Dowager turned her head and looked blankly at the golden-red tent ceiling, muttering in a low voice, "My son has done nothing wrong."
She was breathing weakly, her tone was calm, and the breath of death was spreading all over her body. She was already on her deathbed, but she was still immersed in her own world and couldn't extricate herself.
"My whole life, I've been hoping that the late emperor would disband his harem for me, so that we could live together forever. Unfortunately, in the end, I didn't even have the courage to die with him... Now, I can finally die with him."
Chu Xin's eyelashes drooped as he watched her slowly close her eyes, pursed his lips, and finally said nothing more and walked out.
Yaohua Palace fell into deep mourning, and the sobbing sound spread throughout the huge palace.
Chu Xin ordered the palace maids and guards around him to retreat, and walked alone on the palace road. The red walls on both sides were like ropes that bound his steps, making him dare not take a single step out of the deep palace. Step by step, his mind would occasionally flash back to his mother's voice and appearance. Whenever he recalled that bright red color, Chu Xin's mind would always ache unconsciously.
Over the years, he has tried his best to avoid looking at red things. No matter what red it is, it will always open up the inevitable scars in his heart, bleeding and painful.
But the Empress Dowager only liked bright red clothes. For this reason, Chu Xin deliberately reduced the number of times he met with her and even forgot to take care of her health. A few days ago, when he heard the Yaohua Palace maid kneeling outside to ask for an audience, he was really shocked.
When he hurried to Yaohua Palace to see his mother, her flower-like and charming face had already become withered and dilapidated, haggard, and faded away with the wind like a petal about to fall. Seeing this, Chu Xin's inner restraint increased a little, pressing him to the point of suffocating.
Walking all the way back to Jingde Palace, Le Luo saw him approaching with a pale face and hurried over to support him, but heard Chu Xin chuckle softly and mutter to himself half sadly and half depressedly, "My mother used to hate bright red the most, but she changed her preference for my father. She has been doing this for ten years. Why can't I do the same?"
Le Luo looked at the dark circles under his eyes and said worriedly, "Your Majesty has been attending to the sick Empress Dowager for dozens of days. I'm afraid you must be very tired. Go and rest quickly."
Chu Xin pushed her hand away, looked at the flock of birds flying across the sky, and thought to himself, "My mother originally liked aquamarine."
With a "pop", a bird was shot through by a sharp arrow and fell from mid-air. The shrill cry startled the entire flock of birds. Blood fell from mid-air. Although the blood did not fall on Chu Xin from a distance, Chu Xin seemed to be able to clearly feel the touch of warm blood across his cheek.
Chu Xin stared at the scene blankly
The bird fell from the sky to the edge of the palace wall and was caught by a young boy in a prince's clothes. The boy picked up the bird's tail feathers and ran away happily, with blood dripping from the wound and spreading all the way.
It was not until Le Luo reminded Chu Xin that the man was Prince Ming, who was the fourteenth prince in the palace when the late emperor was alive, that Chu Xin spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with his head raised.
The bells in the palace echoed endlessly, striking Chu Xin's heart again and again.
When he woke up, it was already seven days later. After the death of the Empress Dowager, she was posthumously named Empress Dowager and buried with the same specifications as the Empress Dowager.
The deaths of close relatives one after another were a severe blow to Chu Xin. It was half a year later when he finished the funeral of the Queen Mother and resumed his duties.
At the morning court, the officials could not help but whisper to each other as they heard Chu Xin coughing from time to time. It was not until Chu Xin could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood that a highly respected minister trembled and stood up and said,
"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences and take care of your health." After Chu Xin nodded, he hesitated and said, "I wonder if Your Majesty has chosen the list of candidates for the crown prince that I submitted the other day?"
Chu Xin paused, he hadn't had time to look at it yet, so he turned to look at Li Liquan, who quickly flipped it over and handed it to Chu Xin. Chu Xin clenched his fist against his lips and coughed, then opened the list and looked at it one by one.
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