Others may not know how much Zhong Zhiheng values this little prince, but Zhao Ruhai knows it best. Ever since Huipin became pregnant, there has been no shortage of delicacies in Changchun Palace, and Qin Lu also goes to Changchun Palace three times a day. Zhong Zhiheng has to ask about Huipin's health every day, so that he can feel at ease. When Huipin is ready, Zhong Zhiheng hugged the little prince and looked at the little prince's eyebrows and eyes that were so similar to his. Zhong Zhiheng's eyes were wet. The emperor, who is the emperor of the nine-five, can actually have such a loving and tender side. Even Zhao Ruhai was dumbfounded at that time, and at this moment. Zhao Ruhai can even hear the sound of Zhong Zhiheng's heartbreaking.
Zhong Zhiheng felt dizzy and dazed for a moment. He couldn't stand up and was about to fall. He quickly reached out to hold on to the dragon table. Only then did he barely stand.
"Your Majesty, you must take care of yourself." Zhao Ruhai hurriedly got up from the ground, helped Zhong Zhiheng sit down on the couch, and hurriedly poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Your Majesty, please have a cup of tea first."
"How did the little prince suddenly die?" Zhong Zhiheng shook his head and didn't take the cup of tea. His face was stiff. He asked Zhao Ruhai, and every word was cold, "You told me everything. The little prince was born full-term and there was no problem at all. Why did he suddenly die?"
"In reply to Your Majesty, Dean Qin is already checking it out," Zhao Ruhai said hurriedly, "Dean Qin said that he will come to report to you in person later."
Zhong Zhiheng's face turned pale. He stared blankly at the scarlet carpet. After a while, he waved his hand and said to Zhao Ruhai, "You can leave. I want to be alone."
"Yes, I'll take my leave." Zhao Ruhai bowed and left.
Zhong Zhiheng stood up slowly and walked to the wall. He squinted his eyes and looked at the portrait of the woman on the wall. His lips trembled violently: "Siyao, you still won't forgive me? I just want a son! A son who looks like the one you and I gave birth to! But why is it so difficult? Why?! Siyao, you still hate me, right? I have already let the seventh brother go! I have already made Mingwei a prince! Why don't you forgive me! Why?!"
The empty room was filled with the man's uncontrollable rage. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the portrait. He wanted to tear it to pieces! He really didn't want to see this face again!
He exerted a little force, and a wrinkle appeared on the portrait, like an extra wrinkle on a woman's face. His whole body stiffened, and then he suddenly put his hand down and sat down on the couch dejectedly.
"Si Yao, how long are you going to hate me? And how long will you hate me?" Zhong Zhiheng pursed his lips bitterly, then suddenly covered his face.
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When Qin Lu came over, Zhong Zhiheng had already calmed down. He sat on the couch and looked at Qin Lu, who was kneeling on the ground, expressionlessly: "Qin Lu, if you say anything untrue today, I will not only chop off your head, but all members of the Qin family, regardless of gender, age or status, will be buried with you."
"I dare not!" Qin Lu kowtowed hurriedly, gently wiping the sweat off his face, and respectfully said to Zhong Zhiheng, "Your Majesty, the little prince died of suffocation."
"Suffocation?" Zhong Zhiheng suddenly clenched his hands, "But was it man-made?"
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I dare not make a rash decision, but..." Qin Lu paused and then said, "The little prince did not cry when he died. I think it is very strange."
"Go check who has had contact with the little prince today," Zhong Zhiheng said to Zhao Ruhai with gritted teeth, "Check thoroughly and don't let anyone slip through!"
"Yes! I obey your command!" Zhao Ruhai bowed and retreated hurriedly.
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