Chapter 67 Yun Zhao is a Lucky Star
The heavy door of Yanying Hall slammed shut behind him, as if isolating the foul air of Cining Palace. However, another, even more terrifying storm was brewing inside the hall!
"Bang!" With a loud bang, the red sandalwood dragon throne, a symbol of supreme power, was violently kicked over by Xiao Jin! The heavy chair hit the golden brick floor with a heart-pounding thud.
"Crash!" Immediately afterwards, the mountain of memorials and rare ancient books on the imperial desk were violently swept down by him as if hit by a hurricane! Snow-white pages, broken jade scrolls, shattered inkstones... the ground was littered with the ruins of a battlefield!
"Bang!" With a muffled sound like a broken bone, a fist slammed fiercely onto the Langya Pillar, which was surrounded by nine ferocious golden dragons! The entire hall seemed to tremble!
"Good! Very good! Very good!" Xiao Jin's roar echoed in the empty hall like a wounded beast, filled with humiliation, anger, and unwillingness. "I am the eldest son of the emperor! It is only natural for me to ascend the throne! It was the late emperor's will! What right does she have?! How can she threaten me with such a dirty trick!!"
His eyes were bloodshot, his chest was heaving violently, and his whole body was filled with a violent aura of destruction. There was no trace of the majesty of an emperor left. All that was left was a furious man who had been betrayed by his closest relatives and forced into a desperate situation!
Zhang Fuan was already frightened out of his wits. He prostrated himself on the cold gold bricks with his forehead pressed against the ground, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, calm down! Calm down! Of course you have the right to rule by fate! Back then, the late Consort Ci Zhao was the first wife of the late emperor! Later... later, she was made a concubine because of a traitor, and suffered an unjust fate! Your servants... Your servants know it all! It's all in our hearts!" He burst into tears, and just wanted to extinguish the burning rage.
"Understand?! Remember?! What's the use!" Xiao Jin turned abruptly, pointing in the direction of the Cining Palace outside the palace. His fingertips trembled, and his voice was hoarse as blood. "My brothers! My brothers are thinking about rebellion day and night! Seizing my throne! The 'Queen Mother' whom I wholeheartedly respect and worship! Just for their own selfish desires, they don't hesitate to use state affairs as bargaining chips and use meritorious officials as pawns! In this huge court, this bottomless harem! Is there a single person! Who truly stands by my side?! Who has ever considered even a little for me?! Who has even given the slightest thought to the interests of this country and its people?!"
Zhang Fuan kowtowed desperately, his head banging loudly: "Yes! Yes, Your Majesty! We, your servants, will always stand behind Your Majesty! We will sacrifice our lives for Your Majesty, even to the point of being torn to pieces! Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please be patient! Without solid evidence... we need to think things over carefully, Your Majesty!"
"Endure?! I've endured enough!" Xiao Jin roared wildly. The anger of betrayal and the frustration that had nowhere to vent overwhelmed his rationality again. He suddenly punched again, with the ruthlessness of destroying himself and the stone, and smashed it towards the cold Langya Pillar again!
"Crack!" A subtle but hair-raising sound of bone-breaking was heard!
Blood instantly spurted out from his clenched fists, dyeing the ferocious dragon scales red, and flowed down the cold and smooth column, which was dazzling and shocking!
"Ah! Your Majesty!" Zhang Fuan was terrified and screamed in fear, "Imperial Physician! Call the Imperial Physician! Quickly!"
"Get out! Everyone, get out! Whoever dares to summon the imperial physician? I'll chop off his head!" Xiao Jin roared like an enraged god, stopping all the palace servants who tried to approach. He gasped, letting the blood drip, as if the excruciating pain could only slightly calm the surging waves in his heart.
The palace door was carefully pushed open a crack.
The palace maid who served tea, holding the tray, was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was shaking like a sieve. She didn't dare to step into this hellish scene.
At this moment, a slender but extremely calm figure, holding a green jade teacup with steam rising from it, walked calmly past her and stepped straight into the mess and blood.
It’s Yun Zhao.
Her eyes calmly swept across the mess on the ground, across the blood-stained dragon pillar, and finally landed on the bloody hand with distinct joints.
She silently thought to herself, "Fortunately, only my hand was injured, and no one was killed. Fortunately, the storm has passed, and there is still room for improvement."
[But this injury...] She frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on the hideous wound and the shocking bloodstains. [This must be treated immediately!]
She placed the warm, refreshing tea steadily on the only intact corner of the imperial desk, ignoring the emperor's fury and the solemn atmosphere that permeated the hall. Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and walked before the terrifying emperor. Her voice was clear and calm, carrying an undeniable calm strength:
"Your Majesty, your hand is injured. The wound is quite deep and requires prompt treatment to prevent it from getting worse. Please allow me to bandage it for you."
Xiao Jin turned his head abruptly, his crimson eyes fixed on her like a ferocious beast devouring a man! His scrutinizing gaze seemed to pierce through her soul, filled with endless hostility and suspicion.
Yun Zhao met his murderous gaze without flinching.
She stretched out her hands, gently but firmly, and grasped the blood-stained, slightly trembling hand of the emperor.
The coldness and stickiness from her fingertips made her heart tremble, but her movements were extremely steady.
She carefully examined the wound: the fist was torn and bloody, and she could even see the white edge of the bone! It was obvious that the huge impact had rubbed off a large piece of flesh!
Right hand! The right hand that holds the pen and the sword!
This severe pain is so severe that it would be piercing to the bone and would take three days to go away!
Without any hesitation, Yun Zhao quickly took out the best medicine powder from the medicine bag he carried with him.
Her movements were swift and precise, and she sprinkled the powder evenly on the hideous wound. The moment the powder touched the flesh, she could even feel Xiao Jin's arm muscles tense suddenly!
But he managed to hold back and didn't pull his hand back, but his red eyes were filled with more complicated emotions.
Then, she took out a clean white cotton cloth, wrapped it around the wound gently and skillfully, and finally tied a firm and neat knot.
The whole process was smooth and flowing, with a professionalism and calmness that transcended gender, as if she was not bandaging an angry emperor but just an ordinary wounded person.
"Your Majesty, the wound has been bandaged properly, but the pain is unbearable. I will ask the imperial physician to prescribe some analgesic and tranquilizing medicine later." Her voice was very soft and soothing, for fear of angering this lion on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this, Zhang Fuan felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He immediately used his eyes to command several frightened young eunuchs, who began to clean up the mess on the ground swiftly and quietly, trying not to make any noise.
Yun Zhao picked up the still-warm cup of Qingxin Tea and offered it to Xiao Jin with both hands. "Your Majesty, you must be thirsty from your anger. Have a sip of tea to moisten your throat."
The tea was indeed a little cold.
But Xiao Jin stared into her clear and calm eyes. There was no flattery or fear in them, only a pure, almost instinctive concern and duty.
He was silent for a moment, then actually took it, tilted his head back, and drank the slightly cold tea in one gulp!
A clear and slightly bitter tea aroma slid into my throat, and seemed to really extinguish a little of the burning heat and sweet taste in my heart.
At least... what she brought was edible and safe.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Xiao Jin's violent mood strangely calmed down a little.
He suddenly realized that since this daughter of a military family entered the palace three months ago...
Those suffocating mountains of memorials seemed to be handled more smoothly;
Those sleepless nights filled with nightmares seemed to be a little more peaceful; those tasteless imperial meals that were like chewing wax seemed... to have become much more palatable.
She was like a breeze, a ray of light, and without him noticing, she quietly brushed away the gloom and heaviness around him.
Yun Zhao is a lucky star!
At this moment, Yun Zhao did something that almost made Zhang Fuan's heart stop - she actually, gently and very naturally, used her fingertips to carefully pull the sleeve of Xiao Jin's black dragon robe that was stained with a little blood!
The movement was as light as the brush of a feather.
Her voice was gentle, almost coaxing, and tinged with a subtle hint of anticipation. "Your Majesty, anger damages the liver. I... I have just developed a new pastry, named 'Falling Jade,' meaning it is as smooth as jade and melts in your mouth. Your Majesty, could you... come to the Shangshi Bureau and try it? You could also give me some advice on what needs improvement?"
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