Chapter 93 Nightmare "He Da Sima, who led the troops, asked to see...
"Princess!" Chen Jin dropped to her knees upon hearing He Jiyue's apparent intention to start a war. "Central Plains and Western Yue have enjoyed friendly relations for a year, and the people of both countries live and work in peace and contentment. If we rashly provoke a war, I'm afraid it will cause chaos throughout the land. Princess, please think twice!"
Before He Jiuyue made this decision, she had asked Guan Guanze to take An Rui away.
The main hall fell silent for a moment, leaving only the sound of Chen Jin's rapid breathing and He Jiuyue's steady voice.
He Jiuyue closed his eyes briefly.
"You don't need to persuade me, I have made up my mind."
She has never been a person who acts impulsively. Although she does not want to provoke a war with Xiyue, Wen Zheliu has deceived her for more than ten years and secretly became the emperor, which is really too much for her.
She had to find him in person and ask for an explanation.
After all, He Jiuyue has been in power for many years, and her every move reveals the gravitas of a superior. She pushed her hand away, clearly in an irresistible gesture.
"Yes." Chen Jin had no choice but to obey. She lowered her brows and said, "I understand. I'll make the arrangements right away."
"Go...slowly." He Jiyue put her index and middle fingers together and hooked them together. "Summon officials of the first rank and above to the Princess's Mansion. I have something to discuss with them."
Chen Jin took action immediately. He Jiuyue was about to take this opportunity to calm down alone when she saw Chen Jin running back.
"My Lady, there's a maidservant asking to see you. She claims to be from the Yangxin Palace. She looks unfamiliar, and I don't know what she's here for."
He Jiuyue raised his hand and pressed the solar plexus.
It is not a good idea to send "Your Majesty's" subordinates away in front of all the ministers.
It would be better to let her in and listen to what she wants to say.
She was so angry that she had no place to vent it, so this was a perfect place for her to take a nap.
"Let her in."
"Greetings, Princess." The visitor was a young maidservant serving Emperor Jingming. After paying her respects, she immediately asked, "Your Majesty sent me to inquire about the commotion outside."
"Are you questioning the princess like this?" He Jiyue hadn't gotten angry yet, but Chen Jin had already lost her temper. Listening to the tone of this palace maid, it was as if her good emperor was still sitting on the dragon throne! He was clearly a puppet, why was he being so disrespectful?
"Chen Jin." He Jiuyue raised her hand slightly.
The implication was that there was no need to be angry with the maid who delivered the message. After all, her master He Feng didn't have many days left to live, so it would be okay for her to give in now.
"Nothing, the people in this princess's house just ran away."
Seeing that the people sent by Emperor Jingming were in such a state of confusion, He Jiuyue felt anxious and inexplicably relieved.
She folded her ten fingers, rested her elbows on the mahogany table, and sat on the high chair behind the stairs, quietly looking down at the ignorant maid.
"Tell His Majesty that she need not worry. I will personally capture these people of mine."
He Jiuyue's pair of peach blossom eyes were cold and drooping, and the murderous intent in them could not be hidden at all.
It's like a beast eating an appetizer before hunting.
The maid was startled, and suddenly burst into tears: "Princess, please spare me! This servant did not intentionally offend you, I was just following your majesty's orders and spoke rudely to you. Your Majesty, please be magnanimous and forgive me this time!"
"Did the group leader say he was going to punish you?"
He Jiuyue smiled slightly.
This person brought her other news and diverted her crazy attention from Wen Zheliu. She was so grateful that she couldn't express it clearly.
She, He Jiuyue, always wins.
Why would I be thrown off my feet by a man?
"Take good care of Your Majesty. When this princess returns, she must be still breathing. Otherwise, wherever she is, you will be there. Do you understand?"
Since she wanted to lead her troops to attack Xiyue and leave the capital of the Central Plains, Emperor Jingming had to stay.
A country cannot be without a king for a day.
Even if it is just a walking corpse, it must conform to the nature of a puppet, sit on it steadily, and make the people below feel at ease.
He Jiuyue waved his hand.
"Go down."
The autumn wind suddenly blew, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground outside and blowing them into the window, making the white jade bell earrings hanging by the window jingle.
He Jiuyue took three or two steps forward and pulled off the thing that had turned from refreshing to annoying, his expression changing unpredictably.
She raised her hands several times as if she was going to throw the thing away.
But in the end, I didn’t throw it away.
On the battlefield, she was cold and ruthless, but in love, she was a loyal person. Even though Wen Zheliu made many mistakes, he stayed with her for more than ten years.
So cleanly and neatly cut off from the past joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.
She can't do it.
Xiyue, Imperial Palace.
“Hmm…”
Wen Zheliu slowly opened his eyes, and his body felt achy.
The heat in my body didn't seem to subside, but became even heavier.
Before he could call Xiaobai, everything went black before his eyes. He was about to pass out from the discomfort, but he was awakened by a scream like boiling water.
"Wow——" The person crying may not have received timely attention, and the volume of his shouting became louder and louder.
What happened to my daughter?
Wen Zheliu liked quietness, and it was a break period, so the workers tiptoed in every move. In the entire Yangxin Palace, the only person who could make such an earth-shaking voice was the fearless little princess.
"Xiao, Xiaobai..." Wen Zheliu turned his eyes to the side and called Xiaobai in a weak voice, just as he bumped into him running towards him with the crying princess in his arms.
He looked embarrassed: "Your Majesty, the princess is hungry."
...That's right, although his little girl likes to cry, she won't cry casually and cause a lot of trouble.
It's just two things.
Eat, drink, defecate and urinate.
The palace maids who take care of her personally can serve the latter. If they can't suppress the crying, it is most likely the former.
There was no way, the little girl only drank his milk.
He didn't wake up for a long time, and she could only starve.
"Hold her here." Wen Zheliu hid behind the curtain and subconsciously wanted to unbutton her clothes.
In order to facilitate feeding, the clothes he wore recently could be unbuttoned at the sides to give a glimpse of the scenery inside. However, when the cool autumn wind blew in, his dizzy mind suddenly became clear.
No, he is sick now and can't feed her.
"Carry him out." Wen Zheliu tapped his forehead with his fingertips, a look of annoyance appearing on his brow.
The food is right in front of her, but she can only watch from afar and cannot play with it. How can the spoiled little princess be willing to let the cooked duck fly away?
She immediately cried even louder.
Tears flowed like silver, turning into knives and sprinkling on her little father's fragile heart.
"Daddy is not feeling well right now."
After Wen Zheliu said two words, he stopped to catch his breath.
Any normal person could tell that he was running out of breath and was about to faint at any moment.
But the little girl is not yet at the age where she can understand what people say.
She ignored it and continued crying.
Wen Zheliu's temples were throbbing, and he vaguely felt something was wrong, so he quickly grabbed the headboard.
He made the decision early and discussed it with his crying daughter in a gentle but irresistible manner.
"Let Brother Bai take you out to eat goat milk, okay?"
"Wa wa wa--" the little girl responded with an even more shrill voice.
His vision went dark and his ears were buzzing. Wen Zheliu listened to the little girl's cries getting louder and louder, and his whole head felt like it was about to explode with pain.
He was about to say something, but his vision went dark and he passed out.
Xiaobai held the princess in one hand and supported Wen Zheliu's head, which was slamming down on the couch, with the other: "What are you all standing there for? Hurry and call in the Imperial Physician Helan—"
Wen Zheliu fainted and remained unconscious for three days.
Fortunately, he had been drinking milk-producing soup frequently before, and his milk was continuously supplied. The little girl cried, but she didn't miss a single drop of milk.
But the weight of the little princess was getting heavier, and Wen Zheliu's body was getting thinner. The disease came like a mountain falling, and went away like a thread being pulled out. Before he could get over the disease, he had lost a lot of weight. He didn't have much flesh to begin with, and now he was even thinner, which made people feel distressed just by looking at him.
Helan Yuan was extremely anxious. Seeing that the mild prescription was ineffective, he gritted his teeth and used strong medicine.
Only when Wen Zheliu came could he occasionally wake up and eat.
But this clarity is only temporary and only lasts for a period of time.
Most of the time, he was unconscious with his eyes closed.
Even the little girl crying in his ear was useless.
His illness keeps coming back and never gets better.
The fever would often subside slightly today, but it would become unconscious again tomorrow. After finally waking up for a moment, he would aches all over and even find it difficult to sit on the couch and read a memorial.
What happened to Your Majesty?
Xiaobai, who was serving Wen Zheliu personally, saw the precious medicine being poured into his throat like water, but there was no sign of improvement in his condition. This question popped up in his mind.
Ever since returning from Jingjiang, Your Majesty has been in a depressed and sickly state.
Could it be that it’s not a physical illness, but a mental illness?
Not daring to use the princess to please Wen Zheliu, Xiaobai had no choice but to go to the mute beast.
"Xueyu, you..." He ran into the courtyard, but froze in the middle of his words.
The snow-white, very spiritual cat was basking in the warm autumn sun, and the little princess, whose eyes were full of curiosity, was meowing and ahing as she watched more and more awake day by day.
One person and one cat, how fun!
That's right, Your Majesty has been awake very little recently.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he drank medicine and fed the little princess.
After finishing the two things, he fell into a deep sleep again.
A large pile of tasks were all given to the Murong clan.
Not only did the court officials become increasingly distant from His Majesty, but even the little princess began to "fall in love with someone else" and went to play with the cat.
"Well!"
Inside the floor-length tasseled tent, Wen Zheliu's black hair was scattered on the soft pillow, his willow-shaped brows were slightly furrowed, his round eyes were tightly closed, and there were beads of cold sweat on his forehead. His black hair made his cheeks look even paler, as if he had just been soaked in water.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Xiaobai's worried voice sounded outside the tent.
“Ha! Ah…”
He suddenly opened his eyes and his gaze met the delicate tassels hanging from the curtain. Wen Zheliu slowly came back to his senses.
He had this dream again.
After discovering his identity, He Jiuyue tried every possible means to take revenge on Meng both physically and psychologically.
She took away his throne and imprisoned him; she stripped him naked in public and forced him to humiliate himself in front of the people of both countries; she snatched away a little girl who was not even a year old and refused to allow her biological father to even look at her.
Everything is so terrible, like a flood or a beast.
But it is so real.
He Jiuyue is a vengeful person.
He knew it all along.
Therefore, this dream that made him so painful that he couldn't breathe has been haunting him since he returned from Jingjiang, which connects the Central Plains and Western Yue.
“Ah, ah!”
The daughter's childish voice lingered in his ears, and Wen Zheliu's soul, which was shaken away by the nightmare, finally caught the kite string and returned to the cage.
"Your Majesty!" A rough knock on the door sounded, and Murong Jin's voice, rising an octave, suddenly exploded outside. "Your Majesty! I have something important to report. I beg for an audience!"
When they heard about the willow being broken, their three souls were frightened away by their five spirits.
He placed his hand on his chest, his nails turning purple, and took several breaths back and forth before he suppressed the vague heartache.
"……What's up?"
"The Central Plains have torn up the contract and are going to war with Western Yue. The heroic and high-spirited He Da Sima, who has come here with his troops, has specifically requested to see you!"
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The author has something to say: Sorry for being late today, I will try not to be late tomorrow [burst into tears]
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