After arriving at the Imperial Study, Sanhezi walked shakily to Qin Jue's side.
With a "thump," he knelt on the ground.
The loud sound of the kneeling startled Qin Jue. He put down the memorial in his hand and looked at Sanhezi.
"What's going on, Sanhezi?"
Sanhezi knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, "Your Majesty...Your Majesty...these ministers..."
"Sanhezi, is your tongue broken? Why is your speech so halting?"
Sanhezi closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and spoke directly.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me... Now everyone in the capital is..."
At that moment, the sound of weeping came from the doorway of the Imperial Study.
"Oh dear... Your Majesty..."
"Your Majesty...how could you have died so young?"
"Your Majesty...ah...why did you not depart peacefully even in your final moments..."
"Your Majesty...you're gone, who will govern the country?"
As the ministers spoke, they entered the imperial study, interrupting Sanhezi's words.
"I told you all that you were asking questions, and you all came to the palace, but it turns out you all wish I were dead!!!"
Qin Jue sat on the throne, watching the ministers enter. Each of their sentences implied that he was dead.
Qin Jue narrowed his eyes, revealing the ferocity and savagery within them.
The ministers, who were wiping away tears with their sleeves as they walked, did not see Qin Jue sitting above them.
Even Qin Jue's words were barely heard by the others, as the crying was too loud.
Did you hear His Majesty speak just now?
I think I heard it.
"Me too"
"It must be because we miss His Majesty too much."
Several ministers huddled together, talking, and then burst into tears.
"Your Majesty...how could you die like this..."
"Is that the tiger? Let's go kill it..."
"Your Majesty..."
"Bang--"
"Alright, why don't you all take off your belts and hang yourselves together?!"
Everyone was startled by the loud "bang" and looked up to see Qin Jue sitting there. Before they could react, they heard Qin Jue's angry voice.
At this moment, the imperial study was completely silent; everyone was stunned.
"What's wrong? Weren't you all supposed to be good at crying and wailing? Why are you all standing there dumbfounded now?"
"Smack—!"
Qin Jue slammed his hand on the table where the memorials were placed. The table, made of fine 'small-leaf sandalwood' (small-leaf sandalwood grows slowly, taking many years to mature, and is also known as the 'Emperor's Wood,' extremely valuable, with the saying 'an inch of sandalwood is worth an inch of gold,' and sandalwood is very stable and not easily deformed or cracked), snapped in two with a "crack."
Sanhezi knelt a few steps below the table. After seeing Qin Jue smash the table in two, Sanhezi shrank back in fear, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
Sanhezi was terrified that Qin Jue might slap him on the head.
At this moment, a minister spoke up, "I think I see His Majesty! Oh no, I miss that tyrannical emperor so much!"
"Me too, me too!"
"Me too, I saw His Majesty's ghost split the table in two."
"Alas, His Majesty was a tyrant in life, and I never imagined that even in death, his ghost would be such a volatile one."
"presumptuous"
As an excellent personal eunuch of His Majesty, Sanhezi maintained his professional ethics at this moment and reprimanded...
It's a pity that these ministers were all idiots.
Then one of the ministers continued speaking.
"Third Eunuch, why are you kneeling on the ground too? Are you paying homage to His Majesty?"
Upon hearing Yang Fan's words, Sanhezi immediately retorted.
"No, I didn't! Lord Yang, please don't frame me!"
As he spoke, Sanhezi knelt down and moved slightly to the side, trying to keep his distance from Yang Fan.
Upon seeing Sanhezi's appearance and glancing at Qin Jue above, one of the ministers knelt down with a thud.
There are also those who aren't very bright, but they still stand there, like Yang Fan.
A minister kneeling next to Yang Fan tugged at Yang Fan's clothes, urging him to kneel down, which Yang Fan did.
After kneeling on the ground, Yang Fan tugged at Chen Qing beside him, "Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"
Chen Qing didn't answer Yang Fan's question at first. After all, Qin Jue was sitting up there watching; how could he just say anything? He'd probably lose his head.
But Yang Fan kept tugging at his clothes and sleeves, and Chen Qing finally couldn't take it anymore and whispered, "His Majesty is watching from up there."
"You mean His Majesty is watching from up there?"
Yang Fan looked up and then said, "That's His Majesty's soul."
"Alas, although His Majesty was a tyrant in life, he also loved his people very much and was very diligent. Now that His Majesty has passed away, his spirit is even still in the Imperial Study reviewing memorials. It's such a pity that His Majesty has left us like this."
Sanhezi knelt to one side, listening to Yang Fan's words, silently giving Yang Fan a thumbs up. Chen Qing, kneeling beside Yang Fan, wanted to cover her face, but covering her face was out of the question, so Chen Qing silently moved to the side.
"Old Chen, why are you so far away from me?"
Chen Qing finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Yang Fan!!! His Majesty is still alive, and that's His Majesty himself up there!"
He spoke through gritted teeth, then looked up at Qin Jue, only to see Qin Jue squinting and twirling the ring on his finger.
Sanhezi cried out in his heart, "This is bad!" He then spoke, "General Yang, His Majesty is well. As you saw when you entered the palace, His Majesty is reviewing memorials in the Imperial Study."
"His Majesty...?"
After listening to Chen Qing and Sanhezi's words, Yang Fan first tentatively spoke...
"Has Minister Yang finished speaking?"
When Qin Jue spoke in a cold and indifferent tone, Sanhezi knew that Qin Jue was truly angry, and silently mourned for Yang Fan for three seconds.
Chen Qing turned her head and saw Yang Fan with his mouth agape, kneeling motionless on the ground. Yang Fan had initially seemed afraid.
Who would have thought that Yang Fan would say something so explosive right off the bat?
"Holy crap, Your Majesty, you're not dead?"
As Yang Fan spoke, the air in the hall seemed to freeze; everyone held their breath.
"Oh----"
"It seems Minister Yang really wants me dead!!!"
"How about we let Minister Yang take the throne?"
Yang Fan also realized that Qin Jue was indeed not dead, and also realized that he had said something wrong earlier.
"How could that be? Your Majesty would love to live to be ten thousand years old! The throne should still be yours to sit on."
"I think Minister Yang is very suitable to be the emperor."
"Your Majesty, you are perfectly suited to be emperor. Even if it were up to me, I would not dare to take the throne."
Although Yang Fan's voice wasn't loud, everyone in the hall heard the second half of his sentence very clearly.
"Oh----"
"I see that all of you ministers are eager for me to pass away soon."
All the ministers knelt and prostrated themselves, speaking with utmost fear and trepidation, "Your Majesty, we dare not! Please forgive us!"
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