Chapter 497 The Last Meeting
The virtuous prince's head was found in a wooden box covered with ash and rosy incense. His eyes were wide open, as if he was looking at the concubine, filled with resentment and regret, eyes that he could not close even in death.
Concubine Shu looked at the wooden box in horror. Her heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand. She couldn't breathe and her whole body was shaking.
No, it's impossible.
This is not her Heng'er.
Heng'er had just promised her yesterday that once he had wiped out the remnants of the previous dynasty and made great contributions, he would take her out to enjoy a good life.
Heng'er never broke his promise to her.
This time, Heng'er will not break his promise to her either.
Concubine Shu was unwilling to believe that her son was dead, and she was even more unwilling to look at the head in the box.
Just by looking at this face that looked like her son's, she felt her intestines breaking inch by inch.
Concubine Shu hurriedly closed the lid, and because she was so flustered, she accidentally knocked the wooden box to the ground.
With a "bang", a head rolled out and rolled several feet away.
The ashes were scattered all over the ground.
It's a mess.
Even so, Concubine Shu saw clearly the black mole under the ear of the head, and her last belief completely collapsed, and she could no longer deceive herself.
This is her son.
Concubine Shu felt as if a pair of hands were tearing her body apart, her soul being pulled out of her body, and she fell to the ground, floating and dangling. She wanted to cry but couldn't, her throat tightly constricted, unable to utter a single sound.
She wanted to get up, but her mind was blank, she couldn't control her limbs, and she forgot how to crawl.
He could only lie on the ground and stretch out his hand towards the wise king's head.
She wanted to be close to her son so much that she moved closer to the king's head little by little until her fingertips touched his hair.
Concubine Shu stretched out her hands to hold the head, but her hands were shaking violently. She held the head several times before she was able to hold it steady. She pressed it hard against her chest, curling up her whole body, as if only in this way could she resist the pain of her heart being cut open.
Wang Lin, who was standing by, only saw what was inside the box when it fell to the ground. He felt like a bolt of lightning struck him from the blue sky. He never expected that the box contained not the gift from the virtuous king to the concubine, but the virtuous king's head.
He was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs went weak as he collapsed to the ground. He looked at Concubine Shu lying on the ground in horror, her pearl hairpin tilted, her hair in disarray, her face as pale as a withered yellow leaf on a winter branch, lifeless.
He was Concubine Shu's confidant, so he naturally knew that Concubine Shu valued the virtuous king very much, even more than her own life.
For the wise king, she can give everything, even her own life.
Now that the wise king is dead, it causes her more pain than if she had been killed.
“Your Highness…” Wang Lin used his hands and feet to crawl to Concubine Shu’s front. Seeing her tears streaming down without stopping, and her oblivious appearance, he also started to cry. “Your Highness, you must cheer up and take care of yourself so that you can avenge our prince.”
But Concubine Shu was immersed in the great grief of losing her son and could not hear any sound.
She lay on the ground all night, holding the wise king's head.
It was not until the dazzling sunlight shone into her dry eyes that she slowly blinked.
Her tears had long since dried up, and she could no longer shed a single tear. Her heart was hollowed out, leaving only hatred.
Concubine Shu was convinced that it was the Emperor of Northern Qi who killed the virtuous king.
The power of the previous dynasty was mysterious and unpredictable, and the Emperor of Northern Qi knew it better than anyone else, but he still sent the wise king to wipe out the remnants of the previous dynasty, and personally sent the wise king to his death.
Not to mention, the Emperor of Northern Qi was afraid that his throne would be coveted by the wise king. In order to consolidate his imperial power, he promoted Zhao Yi to a high position so that he could have the bargaining chip to compete with her son for the throne.
If the Emperor of Northern Qi did not give Zhao Yi power and did not confer the title of prince on him, he would be nothing more than a powerless prince.
The Lin family will not fall, she will not lose power, and her son will not die tragically.
All the suffering she experienced was caused by the Emperor of Northern Qi.
The Emperor of Northern Qi was the real culprit.
Thinking of this, Concubine Shu hated the Emperor of Northern Qi even more.
"Your Majesty..."
Wang Lin knelt in front of Concubine Shu, wanting to say something.
Concubine Shu hushed, "Shut up, Heng'er is sleeping."
Wang Lin closed his mouth and looked at Concubine Shu in horror.
Is the queen crazy?
Concubine Shu didn't know what Wang Lin was thinking, nor did she care about what others thought. She only had eyes for her son.
She was afraid of hurting the wise king, so she gently combed his hair with her fingers until each messy strand was straightened out.
Then she took out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped away the stains on the wise king's face, and reluctantly stroked his cold and even stiff cheek.
She said gently, "Heng'er, go to sleep and wait for mother."
When Wang Lin heard this, he found it very creepy and shuddered.
The next moment, he heard Concubine Shu say in a subtle voice, "Wang Lin, have the guards at the door pass a message to His Majesty. Tell him... I already know about Heng'er's situation and I want to see him one last time."
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