Chapter 992 No Longer Alone
Yi Zhou opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end no sound came out.
At this time, he had very complicated feelings towards the Privy Councilor.
His emotions told him that the Privy Councilor would not harm him because there was no need.
But reason told him that he was poisoned after drinking the cup of tea, and the person who poisoned him was most likely the Privy Councilor!
Coupled with the pain caused by the poison, his mind became a little confused. He couldn't make up his mind for a moment, not knowing whether he should continue to trust the Privy Councilor.
Yi Mei was extremely anxious, and her tone rose involuntarily.
"It's already this late, what are you still hesitating about?
Do you know that I was almost killed by someone? Maybe the person who killed me was the one who poisoned you.
If I can't catch him now, he will probably continue to harm me in the future.
Do you want to see me get hurt again?"
Her words were like a needle that pierced Yi Zhou's heart, causing him to utter, "No, I don't want to."
Yi Mei was almost dying of anxiety: "Then just tell me!"
Yi Zhou's lips trembled slightly.
After a painful struggle, he finally uttered a word with difficulty.
"Yes...it's the Privy Councilor..."
This answer was far beyond Yimei's expectations.
Although she felt that Guan Ying's way of handling certain things was annoying, he had always been very conscientious and was an elder that people felt was very reliable.
She never doubted him.
Even when she was being hunted by a group of assassins and was almost in despair, she never thought of Guan Ying as the cause.
But now, Yi Zhou's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on her heart, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave and her whole body was cold.
She asked in a trembling voice, holding on to the last bit of hope.
"How could it be him? Are you sure it's him? Is there any misunderstanding here?"
In fact, Yi Zhou was unwilling to believe that the person who poisoned him would be his most respected Privy Councilor.
His body was so weak that his speech was intermittent.
"Before I left, the Privy Councillor gave me a cup of tea.
After that, I…I haven’t eaten anything since.
I... I'm not sure if he poisoned me, but in the past two hours, I only drank that cup of tea.
That cup of tea... was poured by him himself."
When he said the last sentence, his face showed pain.
I don’t know if it was the pain from the poison or the pain from being betrayed by someone I trusted.
Or maybe it's both.
Yi Mei couldn't believe it: "Why would he do this? Didn't he insist on taking you with him on the mission to Dasheng? He seemed to think highly of you, there's no reason for him to do such a cruel thing to you!"
Luo Qinghan, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.
“Perhaps Guan Ying had already planned to eliminate Yi Zhou in Da Sheng, so he proposed to take Yi Zhou with him as an envoy to Da Sheng.
All of this is a chess game he has planned for a long time, and you two are just chess pieces in his hands."
Yimei and Yizhou were both stunned.
If the truth is really as Emperor Dasheng said, then Guan Ying's cunning is simply too terrifying!
Yi Mei asked anxiously, "But why? Why would he do this? What good would it do him to kill us?"
Luo Qinghan: "You'll have to ask him himself."
He asked someone to call Zhao Xian over.
"Take your men to the Honglu Temple and arrest Guan Ying."
“Here!”
Zhao Xian took the order and left.
There was a brief silence in the room.
Yi Zhou's body suddenly spasmed, his throat made a painful sound, and he opened his mouth to spit out another mouthful of black blood.
Yi Mei screamed in panic, "Doctor! Doctor, please save him!"
Fang Wujiu gave him a few more injections, but the effect this time was far less good than the previous one. His life had come to the end, his breathing became lighter and lighter, and even his eyes became dazed, as if he might leave this world at any time.
Looking at him like this, Yimei felt nervous and scared, and couldn't help crying.
"If I had known something would happen to you, I would have stopped you from coming to Dasheng at all costs."
If they had not left the Thousand Islands at the beginning, they should still be living well in the Thousand Islands' palace now, and would not have experienced such painful separation of life and death at all.
Yi Zhou's lips trembled violently, and he seemed to be saying something, but his voice was too soft and no one could hear it clearly.
Yi Mei quickly leaned over and put her ear close.
She heard Yi Zhou say in a very soft voice.
"I...I don't regret coming here."
If he didn't have the Thousand Islands, perhaps he would have to live in darkness without seeing the sun all his life. No one would look up to him, no one would care about his feelings, and no one would hold his hand tightly and shed sad tears for him like they do now.
So he has no regrets.
He even felt that being able to die surrounded by his loved ones was a perfect thing.
At least he won't be alone anymore from now on.
Yi Zhou pulled his bloodless lips and forced a smile.
This smile is actually very ugly, but it has an indescribable purity and tranquility.
Until he completely stopped breathing, his heart stopped beating, and his body gradually became cold, he still maintained this smile on his face.
Yimei knelt on the floor beside the bed, staring at him blankly, her hands still tightly clasped in his.
It was not until Fang Wujiu reminded her that it was time to let go that she suddenly realized what had happened.
Yi Zhou is dead.
The younger brother who she found annoying and an eyesore died.
Logically, she shouldn't be that sad.
After all, she and he had very little in common, and she used to feel disgusted even if she looked at him for even a second.
But why? She felt depressed now, as if something was blocking her heart, and she felt very uncomfortable.
Fang Wujiu: "Your Highness the Third Princess, the little prince has died. Please accept my condolences."
Yi Mei murmured, "Why should I mourn? I don't like him. I even hope that I don't have a brother like him. How can I be sad because of his death? I don't need to mourn. I don't need it."
Fang Wujiu: "Then why are you crying?"
Yi Mei raised her hand and wiped her wet cheeks, only to find that she had been crying without knowing when.
Fang Wujiu handed over a silk handkerchief gracefully.
The plain white silk handkerchief, without any embroidery on it, exudes a faint herbal scent.
Yimei turned her face away, wiped her cheek hard with her sleeve, and choked with sobs.
"I'm not crying, I just got sand in my eyes."
Seeing this, Fang Wujiu did not force it anymore.
He put the silk handkerchief back into his sleeve and turned to look at the emperor.
"Your Majesty, please do not reveal the little prince's death for the time being."
Luo Qinghan understood what he meant.
Even though Yi Zhou was not highly regarded by the Emperor of Thousand Islands, he was after all the little prince of Thousand Islands and had the blood of the Emperor of Thousand Islands flowing in his veins. If the people of Thousand Islands knew that Yi Zhou died in the Dasheng Palace, there would inevitably be irreconcilable contradictions between the two countries.
(End of this chapter)
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