Yinzhen stood in mid-air, frowning as he looked at "himself" lying on the dragon bed, at the crowd kneeling in mourning before his bed, at Zhang Tingyu, Ortai and others taking out the edict from behind the plaque of "Upright and Bright," and at Hongli ascending the throne.
The scene before him seemed to be accelerated. Yinzhen watched as Hongli, after ascending the throne as Qianlong, overturned several of his policies one by one, and even restored the clan records of Hongshi, Yinsi, and others.
He felt somewhat uneasy, but seeing that Hongli was quite diligent in his governance, he was somewhat relieved and could feel a little more at ease. Who knew that time would pass so quickly, and as the Qianlong Emperor entered his later years, Yinzhen frowned as he looked at his extravagant son, who favored corrupt officials and indulged in self-admiration, as if all the unparalleled achievements of the Qing Dynasty were due to him.
Yinzhen frowned, but then came Jiaqing, followed by Daoguang, Xianfeng, Tongzhi, Guangxu, and Puyi. Then he watched with bloodshot eyes as the iron hooves of the Eight-Nation Alliance trampled into the gates of the Qing Dynasty, and the whole land was filled with the smoke of war.
Those were such humiliating and embarrassing years; even Yinzhen felt that compared to this period, the Dzungars were at least somewhat friendly.
He watched helplessly as the Yuanmingyuan, which he had painstakingly repaired several times, was burned to the ground. He saw the people he had devoted his life to, just so they could have a full meal, being trampled on at will.
His dignity as emperor was trampled underfoot. Yinzhen roared several times, wanting to rush forward and fight the foreign devil himself, but each time he could only pass through others.
He was so filled with hatred that tears of blood welled up in his eyes. He even began to curse God, asking why He couldn't die peacefully and why He had to witness this scene!
But soon, the difficult war ended, and the country began a new recovery. Yinzhen had no hope for the revival of the Qing Dynasty. He had read history and knew that the change of a dynasty was inevitable. No matter how much he longed for the Qing Dynasty to last for ten thousand generations, such words were like wishing for the emperor to live ten thousand years—just beautiful wishes that he knew were impossible.
Afterwards, Yinzhen witnessed the establishment of the Republic of China, the invasion of Japanese pirates, the self-reliance of the people, and the rise of the most ordinary people who, in his eyes, needed protection, to protect themselves and their country.
The People's Republic of China was founded.
Yinzhen looked at the world's development with increasing astonishment. It was so fast and so unbelievable. In just a few decades, the country's travel convenience and the people's wealth were things he could never have imagined in his entire life.
He flitted among various high-tech fields, studying and learning with insatiable greed. Time was unpredictable, and Yinzhen himself didn't know how many years had passed until one day, he suddenly heard a strangely familiar voice.
"Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty, he's my idol!" The girl's eyes crinkled as she walked towards the classroom with her friends, carrying a stack of books. "I studied history so I could better study him."
"Yongzheng? Isn't he supposed to be cruel and ruthless? What's so good about him? Besides, he only reigned for thirteen years. How are you going to write your graduation thesis?" My friend was quite dismissive. "Whether it's Kangxi or Qianlong, there's much more historical material to dig out."
The girl's smiling expression turned serious: "No, you don't understand. If it weren't for Yongzheng's thirteen years of painstaking efforts, the Qing Dynasty would have been completely ruined in this region of China! Although it was only a short thirteen years, I think it was Yongzheng's diligence that laid the foundation for the Qing Dynasty!"
This favoritism towards him warmed Yinzhen's heart.
He had been lonely for far too long and couldn't help but want to find out who was saying such things.
But he had seen too much and met too many people, and all faces looked almost the same to him. He strained to look closely, wanting only to see the girl's face clearly in the distance. Just then, the girl turned around with a smile, and a pair of familiar eyes suddenly met Yinzhen's gaze.
Yinzhen was completely stunned.
Her bright, smiling face, like a rose, was breathtakingly beautiful.
This is his Qian Shengyan, his Yanyan, his Consort Xi...
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"Your Majesty? Your Majesty!" Seeing that Su Peisheng was sweating profusely with anxiety, Qian Shengyan disregarded any disrespect and pushed Yinzhen's shoulder forcefully. "Your Majesty, wake up! It's time to go to court!"
"Your Highness, should we summon Imperial Physician Liu for His Majesty's summons?" Su Peisheng had never seen the Emperor sleeping so soundly before, and it was almost time for court, which the Emperor had never been late for before!
Qian Shengyan touched Yinzhen's forehead and then took his hand to check his pulse. She had been studying medical books since last year and had also learned to take pulses. Although she wasn't very accurate, she could roughly tell whether someone was sick or not.
She felt fine touching Yinzhen, but dared not draw any conclusions. She turned around and said, "Why don't you go and invite... Ah!"
Suddenly, her waist was grabbed tightly, and then she was spun around. Before she could react, she was pressed down onto the bed.
Su Peisheng cried out "Ouch!" and quickly covered his eyes. After a moment of silence, he mustered his courage and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to rise..."
"Get out," Yinzhen said in a hoarse voice.
Su Peisheng quickly replied with a "Yes, sir!" Judging from the situation, there was no need for further words; the morning court session could be cancelled for today.
Su Peisheng had already left, and the other servants dared not linger. Qian Shengyan's head had just slammed onto the pillow, and her hands were being held down. She was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses: "Your Majesty..."
The Emperor's dark eyes were fixed on her, making Qian Shengyan feel a little guilty. She tentatively asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty? Did you have a nightmare?"
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