Chapter 67 Memorial
Xie Jingyu held Wei Qingcheng in his arms and swung gently back and forth on the swing under the pear tree.
There is nothing wrong with his love for the city, but those ungrateful and heartless beasts are wrong.
Xie Jingyu felt extremely regretful. He was too soft-hearted at the beginning, which gave them the opportunity to hurt Wei Qingcheng again.
What's wrong with feeling compassion?
Xie Jingyu answered Wei Qingcheng firmly, "It's right. It's not wrong to save people. It's not wrong to be kind."
In his heart, he was thankful over and over again that Wei Qingcheng could still love him even though he was full of hatred. Sure enough, Qingcheng loved him very much.
Husbands and wives should be so open and honest with each other. Now he is very relaxed.
Xie Jingyu recalled what Wei Qingcheng had said before about joining the game with one's own body.
Qingcheng actually blamed himself for having these thoughts. It was because he did not tell Wei Qingcheng the truth at the first time that made him feel so insecure, anxious and uncomfortable.
People are always afraid of the unknown. Qingcheng was murdered time and time again, but she knew nothing about the murderer.
Xie Jingyu stroked the back of the person's hand in his arms and decided to tell Wei Qingcheng the truth of the investigation.
"Qingcheng, in fact, Jiayi has already investigated the murderer in the hunting ground and the murderer who ambushed you on your way to the Marquis' Mansion."
Wei Qingcheng pulled a strand of the man's hair and entangled it with her fingertips. When she heard what he said, her expression became tense.
"Ah, who is it? Will he do anything bad to you?"
Through these incidents, Wei Qingcheng actually understood that no matter how strong a man is, he is still just a mortal and cannot be vigilant all the time.
Xie Jingyu guiltily kissed Wei Qingcheng's smooth forehead, his bloodshot eyes full of self-blame.
He answered with some sadness: "He has never attacked me. I think he is afraid of me. But his identity is too special. I can't avenge you for the time being. Qingcheng, I'm sorry..."
Xie Jingyu thought that the power he possessed was enough to protect the person in his arms for a lifetime, but he didn't expect that it was still not worth mentioning.
In the Longyuan Kingdom where family forces compete with each other, the imperial power is just a tool for them to maintain their upper-class rule.
If he killed that person, not only would all the families point their fingers at the Hexuan Palace, but even the one in the palace would treat him as if he didn't have a son.
Xie Jingyu kept kissing the person in his arms. He thought his death was not a pity and he was not afraid of this. However, his every move now implicated Qingcheng and the entire Wei Mansion.
No matter what the outcome is, he doesn't want to see it.
He could only wait for the situation to ease up. He wanted to make that person a discarded pawn in the family, and then he would take action...
Xie Jingyu had been prepared to be blamed, but he didn't expect Wei Qingcheng to just touch his cheek gently.
"I know you have difficulties, otherwise you wouldn't let him go so easily, but don't hide it from me in the future, okay?"
The person in my arms reflected my clear face in his light brown eyes, and his voice sounded very much like the spring swallow beside my mother's palace wall.
The gentle whispers brought Xie Jingyu infinite hope and longing.
It turns out that when you are powerless, you can be forgiven.
In the silent palace, no one dared to make a sound. Everyone followed the routine and performed their tasks carefully.
The emperor threw down the two memorials in his hands.
"How dare you! I'm not dead yet! This rebellious son!!"
Xiao Fuzi brought the Tremella and Lotus Seed Congee, held the bottom of the bowl and gently placed it on the table, leaning forward and saying, "Your Majesty, calm down. This was sent by Concubine Jia, who said it had been cooked for a long time."
The emperor looked at Xiao Fuzi coldly with his eagle eyes. Without saying anything, he frightened Xiao Fuzi so much that sweat broke out on his back. He did not dare to move or raise his head. He could only keep his waist bent.
The emperor sneered and asked Xiao Fuzi, "I have waited so long, do I have to drink it? You ignorant thing, get out of here now!!"
Xiao Fuzi held the hot bowl tightly with both hands, fearing that a drop of soup would spill and anger the emperor. She walked out of the palace in small, quick steps.
After going out, he took a few deep breaths and didn't even notice his fingers were red from being burned by the bowl.
The old eunuch touched Xiao Fuzi's forehead with the back of his whisk and whispered, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Fuzi seemed to have just come back to her senses, hugging the old eunuch's arm and trembling: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is angry, Godfather, this is too terrible, without you by my side, I would be scared to death."
The old eunuch held the whisk in the correct position and used the hair in front to flick it at Xiao Fuzi. It was gentle and did not hurt.
"Let's get to the point. What exactly made the emperor angry?"
Xiao Fuzi thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be related to the prince. The emperor's face changed after reading a few memorials.
It was all my fault that I didn't know the importance of the gift. I thought the Emperor would be happier when he heard that it was sent by Concubine Jia, so I sent it in, and it angered the Emperor instead."
Xiao Fuzi thought, fortunately, His Majesty is not a tyrant, otherwise his head would have to be moved today.
The old eunuch knocked on his hat twice,
"Let's go in and take a look. You go back and take some time. I'll deal with you when I have time. You've learned so much, but you've forgotten it all."
After saying this, he walked into the palace.
The old eunuch already had an idea in his mind. It was probably because the emperor was soft-hearted and listened to some courtier's nonsense, and was angry.
He walked into the palace quickly with light footsteps, lit the emperor's favorite incense, and knelt on the ground to pick up the memorial without making any sound.
He watched the emperor regain his composure, leaned forward, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, you are really diligent and caring for the people. It must be too tiring to review so many memorials. I asked the imperial kitchen to send some ice smoothies, which are cool and refreshing. Please have some later and then read them."
The emperor put down the memorial in his hand and nodded to the old eunuch: "Well, since they have brought it, just present it, so as not to make their trip in vain."
After finishing the shaved ice, the emperor continued to review the memorials. The old eunuch fanned him diligently, maintaining the same frequency, neither too fast nor too slow, so that people would not feel too cold or too hot.
The emperor looked at the three or four memorials with the same content, his expression was dignified without anger, and he stared at the black words on the memorials grimly.
"What a wise and wise ruler chosen by heaven, my good son! Before I die, there are already a large number of people admiring and praising him. It's really great!"
The old eunuch stopped fanning himself, lowered his head and knelt on the ground. The emperor stepped on his shoulders.
The old eunuch dared not hide, nor speak, he could only endure it silently.
"Haha, do you also think that he is more suitable to be the emperor of Long Yuan than me?"
The emperor's words made the old eunuch tremble. Has he been discovered? But at times like this, he should be calmer.
The old eunuch leaned his shoulder against the cold stone slab to calm the emperor down, and his tone was very loyal.
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