Chapter 330: Living Towards Death 2
Late in the spring night, the north wind suddenly rises, rustling the new leaves on the sycamore trees.
The cool silver light sprinkled in the quiet and deserted courtyard, continuously narrowing and lengthening each other's figures, and then abruptly overlapping them together.
Song Zhao's bone-chilling question was still ringing in his ears. Xiao Jingheng looked at her, watching the color in her eyes dimming little by little, as if it also took away the ray of hope in his heart.
After a moment of surprise, Xiao Jingheng looked very calm and asked,
"Who told you that?"
Song Zhao looked at Xiao Jingheng expressionlessly, as if he was extremely discouraged, and there was no fluctuation in his words.
"Does it matter who told me? What matters is that the emperor really did it."
Xiao Jingheng had thought countless times about what would happen if the truth was discovered by Song Zhao.
But he never thought that this day would come so suddenly and catch him off guard.
Every word Song Zhao said was cold and ruthless, as if to lay all the embarrassment out on the table and force Xiao Jingheng to be speechless.
He felt his throat tighten, and finally uttered a sentence in a hoarse voice,
"I listened to the slander and I am sorry for Cheng Yu and I also hurt you."
"I'm sorry?" Song Zhao seemed to have heard a very funny joke and couldn't help but sneered: "You are the emperor, and it has always been others who have let you down. When have you ever let others down?"
Xiao Jingheng heard the irony in her words, but because he felt guilty, he didn't bother with it and just said:
"I was so wrong about this matter. I know that you are having a hard time calming down, but the reason I came to find you and be honest with you is to give each other a chance. Zhao'er, I know that you treat me with sincerity, which is rare..."
"Your Majesty, do you think I treat you sincerely now?" Song Zhao laughed in anger, "You often say that there are always all kinds of schemes and calculations around you, and you live in those conspiracies and tricks every day, which really makes you tired.
You said that no one understood your hardship, and fortunately I was by your side, which comforted me. You said these words, and I believed them. But in the end, what did I get in return for my trust in you? "
At this point, the awkward smile on her face froze for a moment, and she suddenly yelled at Xiao Jingheng at the top of her lungs:
"In exchange for my husband's rejection, in exchange for Cheng Yu's unjust death!"
She rushed forward like a madman, beating Xiao Jingheng's chest hard.
Tears blurred her vision, and she could only hear her sobbing incoherently:
"Chengyu is only one year old. He is so afraid of the dark and so timid, but you have the heart to bury him alive in the imperial mausoleum? How could you bear it? When you dream of Chengyu smiling at you and clinging to you and calling you father, how can you sleep peacefully in the middle of the night? "
Song Zhao's heart-wrenching rebuke hit Xiao Jingheng's sore spot precisely with every word.
His eyes were also red, and he hugged the emotional Song Zhao, trying to calm her down first.
However, Song Zhao, as if in response to the stress, pushed Xiao Jingheng hard and struggled out of his arms.
She took two steps back and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Don't touch me! I feel sick!"
Hearing this, Jamel Xiao's expression froze for a moment.
He obviously did not expect that the woman who was so docile in the past would say such words to him.
He closed his eyes, holding back the moisture in his eyes.
When he opened his eyelids again, his eyes were as deep and mysterious as a cold pond.
"I was wrong, but I admit it. What else do you want from me? Chengyu is also my precious son. You feel sorry for him, so don't I feel sorry for him too?"
Hearing the self-pity in his words, Song Zhao felt disgusted to the extreme.
She simply disregarded the last bit of dignity between them, raised her eyes coldly, and said word by word:
"Heartache? Planting the foundation for life, burying blessings, using the lives of your own flesh and blood to continue your eternal generations. Your heartache is cheap!"
These words seemed to reveal the scars that Xiao Jingheng had been hiding well.
They said he was cowardly and incompetent, and that he was afraid of death and unworthy of being a father.
Every word is full of gems and extremely humiliating.
Every word, every sound, hit Xiao Jingheng like a thousand pounds.
He couldn't stop shaking.
He suddenly raised his hand, and his palm was facing Song Zhao's cheek.
Unexpectedly, Song Zhao did not hide. Instead, he took a step forward, put his cheek close to him, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
Xiao Jingheng's hands froze for a moment, and Song Zhao smiled sadly.
"Fight? You already fought two years ago, so this one won't make any difference."
Xiao Jingheng flexed his fingers, and finally lowered his hand gently.
"Do you have to do this with me?"
He asked, his cold fingertips running through Song Zhao's black hair without any jewelry, just like the day when Song Zhao first came to sleep with him.
The events of the past are still before my eyes, but the people in front of me now only have hatred in their eyes.
Song Zhao turned away from looking at him and said calmly, "If the emperor feels that my words have offended the majesty of heaven, you can issue an imperial decree to bury me alive. I have received this honor, and I can also go earlier to accompany my deceased son who is on his way alone."
She stopped crying and making a fuss.
He didn't even want to look at it again.
Xiao Jingheng's fingers continued to move downwards, across Song Zhao's cheek, and he lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"I know the pain in your heart. I came here today to take you out of the cold palace first..."
"No need." Song Zhao grabbed his wrist, secretly exerted force to move his hand away, and then said resolutely:
"Your Majesty has already deposed me, so why should you cause so much dissatisfaction in the harem over a deposed concubine? After this autumn, the three-year mourning period for Empress Jiarui will be over, and the harem can add new people."
As she spoke, she suddenly laughed at herself, then stroked her cheek and said sadly:
"The emperor has always had plenty of people to serve him, so why would he be so obsessed with a mere decoration?"
Xiao Jingheng sighed: "Do you really want to do this?"
Song Zhao was too lazy to say another word to him.
"I'm tired, please do as you please."
After he finished speaking, he returned to his room without even turning his head, completely ignoring Xiao Jingheng's calls from behind him.
[I forgot it was Dragon Boat Festival yesterday, so I'll update four more chapters today. Stay healthy! ]
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