Chapter 134 Extra 1

Jing, the sun is Jing, and it means bright.

Just like the man who has forgotten his past, the young man is full of vigor and vitality, like a bright light.

The name given to him by the late emperor is quite appropriate.

But with a fire on a snowy night during the Lantern Festival, everything was gone.

When the fire in Prince Jing's mansion was put out, it was already dawn.

He sat solemnly on the steps, his robe spread out on the ground, covered with a layer of ashes.

The fire burned all night long, and the palace was reduced to ruins, not to mention the people inside.

A thin layer of ash had already fallen on the snow.

Song Xian came over holding an umbrella, knelt on one knee, and said softly: "Your Majesty..."

Duan Zhisu stared blankly into the void and murmured, "Where is the person?"

Song Xian hesitated.

Duan Zhisu suddenly shouted: "Where are the people?!"

Song Xian lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, I forgot."

The fire was so big that no one could survive.

Duan Zhisu took a deep breath, his eyes reddened, and he asked coldly again: "Where is the person I said?"

Song Xian finally understood what he meant and said, "The person has been burned to ashes, not even the bones are left."

Duan Zhisu was startled and hurriedly raised his hands to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy.

The world spun around, and I felt myself falling heavily onto the snow mixed with ashes.

There was a muffled "bang".

"His Majesty!"

【See what the author has to say】

The author has something to say: After a snowy night, the new emperor ascended the throne.

Prince Jing's mansion was razed to the ground, nothing was built on it, and it was planted with crabapple trees.

As soon as Duan Zhisu ascended the throne, he suspended court for three days, causing endless disputes among the ministers.

On the fourth day, Duan Zhisu came to court, and the first thing he did was to order Sui Wanggui to build a tomb for his clothes and hats and to bury him in the ancestral tomb of Sui's family.

Everyone in the court didn't know whether it was arranged by the late emperor, and they all spoke out against it after hearing the news.

Duan Zhisu looked on coldly: "Why not?"

The minister said: "Although King Jing was a member of the Sui family, he died because of the stigma bestowed upon him by His Majesty himself..."

What is not yet known is known to everyone.

Those who were sentenced to death with a stigma cannot be buried in their ancestral tombs, let alone when their bodies have been burned to ashes after years of forgetting to return home.

Jiang Enhe in the crowd tightly grasped his sleeves and watched indifferently as everyone was arguing about this matter. When he heard someone say, "King Jing, who has no self-respect, deserves to die tragically like this," he finally spoke out because he could no longer bear it.

"Gentlemen, please be more kind-hearted. The dead are the greatest. Even if Prince Jing is not well-liked, you don't have to use such harsh words to judge him." Jiang Enhe glanced at them coldly and said, "And you said that Prince Jing has no self-respect. May I ask why he has no self-respect? Did he rob your daughter or ruin some unmarried young lady to make you so angry and scold him?"

The minister who had just said that Sui Wangui was disrespectful blushed with anger: "You... Lord Jiang, please be more respectful when you speak..."

Jiang Enhe sneered: "If you speak nicely, I will respect you."

That person: “…”

The crowd was noisy again.

Finally, he said solemnly: "That's enough."

Gannhe bowed and apologized insincerely.

Duan Zhisu coldly scanned the crowd of people with different thoughts and said, "Let King Jing be buried in the Sui family's ancestral tomb."

Everyone immediately knelt down in a row and shouted that it was not allowed.

Duan Zhisu ignored them and turned away.

Not long after, Sui Wanggui's remains were buried in the Sui family's ancestral tomb.

On the day of the burial, only Jiang Enhe, Duan Zhisu and Song Xian came.

I looked at the tombstone intently. The snow began to fall again, and everything was white.

Jiang Enhe inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, stared at the name on the tombstone, and whispered: "Your Majesty, do you know why those people say that King Jing has no self-respect?"

The dull eyes moved, looked at him, and asked, "Why?"

Jiang Enhe tilted his head and looked at him seriously: "Because the fifth prince once forced him."

Duan Zhisu was stunned and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Enhe actually laughed and said, "I really find it strange, too strange. King Jing was obviously abducted by Duan Xichen, but how come those people think he is guilty of a heinous crime? Can people's hearts be so indistinguishable from right and wrong?"

He didn't hold the umbrella, looked at Duan Zhisu coldly, turned and left.

Duan Zhisu's lips trembled slightly. He stared at the tombstone for a long time before muttering, "Jiang En and..."

Song Xian said, "It is said that his second sister once loved Wang Gui's second brother..."

Finally died tragically in a foreign land.

Duan Zhisu looked at the tombstone blankly, and suddenly realized that he had not understood the slightest about Sui Wanggui all these years.

He didn't know what happened to Sui Wanggui when he had no one to protect him in the capital, nor did he know why he had changed his temperament so drastically and stirred up trouble in the court. He also didn't even ask Sui Wanggui himself whether he had betrayed me in the past, and he just kept on bearing a grudge and blaming him in secret.

Duan Zhisu slowly stepped back a few steps and looked at the name on the tombstone. For a moment he felt that he was not qualified to stand here.

Song Xian looked at Duan Zhisu's pale face and gently stepped forward to support him: "Your Majesty."

He stood solemnly on the snow, almost like a snowman, and after a while he murmured, "Where is the old eunuch next to the late emperor now?"

Song Xian was stunned for a moment before he said, "Still in the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

"Bring him to me."

Song Xian nodded in agreement.

After nightfall, the elderly eunuch followed Song Xian to the bedroom of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Seeing Duan Zhisu sitting at the desk, he quickly took off his robe and knelt down.

"I have seen His Majesty."

Duan Zhisu stared at him closely and said, "You have been with the late emperor for the longest time, so you naturally know the most. I want to ask you, what happened when Prince Jing entered the palace to meet the late emperor seven years ago?"

The old lady rested her forehead against the cold ground, her whole body shivering slightly.

"Your Majesty, this old slave..."

Duan Zhisu said: "Just tell me one by one."

The old lady hesitated for a long time before she slowly began to tell the story of the past.

"...The cup of poisoned wine was originally given to His Majesty, but King Jing..." The old eunuch said with some reluctance, took a breath, and then said, "He snatched it and drank it."

Duan Zhisu shuddered all over and looked at him in shock.

No wonder……

"But the late emperor did not intend to kill the young marquis, and immediately ordered the imperial physician to come and treat him, which saved his life."

Duan Zhisu only felt the pain spreading from his heart to his brain in an instant, making his eyes a little sore and red.

No wonder the late emperor said those words before his death -

"Stigma... He was lucky enough to survive seven years ago, but now... is he still lucky enough to survive?"

Duan Zhisu clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips digging into his palms, causing him to feel excruciating pain.

Seeing that Duan Zhisu seemed to be unable to stand steadily, Song Xian hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty?"

Duan Zhisu's eyes went dark as he murmured, "I actually didn't believe him..."

I actually didn't believe him because of those rumors.

He only felt that there seemed to be a bloody smell on the tip of his tongue, and the breath blocked in his chest made him feel dizzy.

Duan Zhisu pressed the table tightly, took a deep breath after a while, and said in a trembling voice: "What else? What on earth has he done in these years?"

The old eunuch had already said the most unspeakable things, and there was nothing left to hide about the following events, so she told them one by one.

"...The second prince was born to a princess from the southern border of the previous dynasty. Perhaps he suspected that his biological mother was murdered by the previous emperor, so he assassinated the prince and caused chaos in the court." The old eunuch raised his head and glanced at Duan Zhisu, who was already unsteady on his feet, and kowtowed again, saying, "Prince Jing remembered the revenge of the second prince for framing you, so he ignored the emperor's order and secretly sent a cup of poisoned wine to the Xiangguo Temple where the second prince was imprisoned..."

"The late emperor was furious and imprisoned him in Prince Jing's mansion until Your Majesty returned to the capital..."

There was dead silence all around, and it seemed that even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

He stood there for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "I...I understand. Let's go down."

The old lady supervisor hurriedly got up and went downstairs.

The door was closed gently with a slight sound, and Duan Zhisu seemed to wake up from a dream. His body swayed a few times before he suddenly pressed his chest and staggered to sit on the chair.

Song Xian's face also looked a little ugly. He said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, what the old eunuch said..."

Duan Zhisu's eyes were filled with despair, he stared into the void, his voice trembling slightly: "Was I crazy at that time?"

Song Xian: "Your Majesty..."

"Why don't I believe him?" Duan Zhisu murmured, "Why don't I go find him?"

Why did we have to watch his body being engulfed in flames and reduced to ashes?

Duan Zhisu felt that the suffering he had endured on the border for the past seven years had made him see through the pain and warmth of the world, but it was not until now that he realized that the most painful thing in his life was regret.

Love and resentment may fade away little by little as time goes by, but regret and guilt will not.

The regret of forgetting to return home at an early age that caused him to struggle for several years and die miserably in the wilderness is like a leech on his heel, and no matter how he struggles, it will linger on for the rest of his life.

Duan Zhisu spent the remaining thirty-four years of his life carrying his resentment towards himself.

Before his death, he vaguely saw the young Sui Yan rushing forward without regard for anything when everyone was leaving him, and said to him seriously: "Of course I believe in Your Highness."

Then, layers of fog gradually rose in front of his eyes, covering his figure.

When he regained consciousness, he was kneeling on the ground, not knowing what year it was. He struggled like a madman and muttered, "I want to find Wang Gui..."

In this new life, the Lantern Festival is brightly lit.

The young Song Xian grabbed him and shouted anxiously, "Your Highness!"

Duan Zhisu's eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

I cannot pay back the debt from my previous life in this one.