When the door opened, the prince was not inside. Instead, the prince's guards were guarding the study. After seeing the emperor, they knelt down immediately with a panicked look on their faces.
This appearance made the emperor even more suspicious.
"Where is my good prince?" the emperor asked in a low voice.
The guard lowered his head: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."
"Hurry up and speak!" When the eunuch chief beside the emperor heard the hesitant words and saw the emperor's gloomy face, he panicked and quickly spoke on behalf of His Majesty.
"His Royal Highness is... in the dark room."
After hearing this, the steward and the people behind him were shocked. Were they going to witness the emperor deposing the crown prince today?
The guard quickly opened the door of the dark room.
This door is extremely hidden.
The more cautious he was, the more the emperor disliked the prince. It was almost certain that the prince was secretly plotting behind his back, and he was just as ambitious as he thought!
As soon as the door of the dark room was opened, a quiet corridor appeared. The guards were leading the way in front, and the emperor was protected in the middle and walked in.
I thought this dark room was very complicated, but after entering and turning a corner in the corridor, I saw a large room with bright lights. The prince was sitting at a desk, writing something stroke by stroke.
"What are you doing!" asked the emperor.
Could this be a letter of treason?!
Yes, the prince had stayed in Changguo for ten years, and perhaps he had already colluded with the king of Changguo!
Ying Huaiji was startled: "Father, why are you here?"
"Is there any place I can't go? Bring me what you wrote, I want to see it!" The emperor shouted coldly, and then asked his personal guards to search the room carefully.
Ying Huaiji's face turned pale and he was staggering. Looking at everyone searching for things, he seemed to be devastated and looked at his father with extremely sad eyes.
However, the emperor didn't care at all.
He pulled over the thick stack of papers and looked up...
"The Book of Filial Piety?" The emperor frowned.
"Father... please forgive me for laughing at you... Your son, your son, cannot see you all day long, and misses your mother very much. I have been very uneasy since I returned to the capital. I was afraid that others would laugh at my childish nature, so I asked someone to build this secret room. I can write and draw here every day, which can provide me with some comfort..." Ying Huaiji's voice was trembling, and he seemed very pitiful.
Soon, everything around was presented to the emperor.
There are many scrolls inside.
When I opened it, I found that almost all of them were... portraits of the emperor and the empress.
The paintings were lifelike, and the emperor's eyebrows and eyes in every painting were extremely gentle, as if containing infinite fatherly love. The prince also showed a look of reverence when he glanced at the scroll. It was impossible to fake that look.
Even if the eyes are fake, what about these paintings?
There are so many layers upon layers that it is impossible to finish them in just two or three days!
Moreover... the emperor also understood calligraphy and painting. He was certain that all these paintings were created by one person. In other words, this son, whom he had always been wary of, actually always missed his father?
"Aren't you tired of painting these?" The emperor's tone suddenly softened a lot, and he began to examine it.
Did I misunderstand him?
This son...was once his pride. He was smart, sensible, filial and generous, but unfortunately he had poor health.
"I'm not tired. When I was in Changguo, I felt bad about everything. But when I thought of my father and mother, I had endless energy. I would always paint secretly, but I was afraid of being discovered, so I had to use ink to paint on the stone, and then wash it off after it dried. Day after day, the stone became rounder." The prince said with a weak smile on his face. "Your son can no longer be filial to your mother, but your father is still here. Your son hopes that he will live forever. Even if you can only see your father three or four times a year, your son is willing."
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