After a fierce confrontation, the artists' first drafts were scrapped.
Even if they waved their brushes and glared, there was nothing they could do.
Suppression by force is so helpless.
Unable to defeat them, they had no choice but to follow what the secret guards said and record the scene truthfully.
While drawing the mouth, he was not idle either. "How shameful! How shameful!"
The capital is a thousand miles away from here, so all matters concerning the little prince must be sent quickly within eight hundred miles.
In just over a day, the letter reached His Majesty.
But His Majesty took the letter and kept it in his hand.
The boiling hot tea gradually cooled down. Wu Zhonghe changed the tea three times and finally couldn't help but persuade, "Your Majesty, please have some tea."
Only ten days had passed since the poison was removed, but His Majesty began to lose weight at a rate visible to the naked eye.
There were also many more white hairs on his temples. If his eyes were not still as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath, Wu Zhonghe would almost suspect that the emperor did not have much time left.
Perhaps knowing that his health was not as good as before, the emperor said nothing and drank the slightly hot tea in one gulp.
He was like a senseless wooden man, and no one dared to act rashly in front of His Majesty.
After all, in this world, except for the young prince, no one can withstand the wrath of His Majesty.
The slightly scalding tea moistened his internal organs, and the emperor seemed to come back to life and said, "Serve the meal."
He still didn't read the letter, but just kept it in his hand.
Wu Zhonghe nodded in agreement and went to make arrangements.
Unlike before, Your Majesty often forgets to eat.
He now eats on time every day and even eats the meat he dislikes the most with a frown.
Wu Zhonghe knew that the emperor had kept Principal Lin's instructions in mind and was working hard to keep himself healthy so that he could live a few more years.
In order to accompany the little prince longer.
Don’t talk while eating and don’t talk while sleeping.
When the little prince was not around, the emperor was most self-disciplined and adhered to the rites.
After the meal was cleared away, the emperor rinsed his mouth and asked, "How are Prince An and Prince Ping?"
I have been unconscious for more than ten days. If I have any intention of usurping the throne, I would have revealed my true colors by now.
Wu Zhonghe said, "Your Majesty's remaining prestige makes the two princes dare not despise him. They have all closed their doors to visitors and are ill and are not going out."
His Majesty sighed with some regret.
Wu Zhonghe didn't dare to think deeply about the reason. Did His Majesty want to kill all the brothers and sisters so that they could not bully the young prince?
He was even certain that if His Majesty was not successful this time, he would definitely send troops to surround the two kings before the mountain mausoleum collapsed.
The emperor was afraid that they were pretending to be honest and would check and balance his children after he left.
"How are the people?" the emperor asked again.
"When the Crown Prince was in danger and His Majesty was in a coma for the first few days, people were in a state of panic. But things gradually calmed down, and people prayed for the Crown Prince every day. It seems that Princess Wanning and Concubine Xie were involved in this. The top scholar also went to rebuke those who spread rumors and misled the people every day."
When Wu Zhonghe thought about this, he was a little surprised. Princess Wanning and the top scholar were not mentioned, but Concubine Xie could also contribute.
"These three people, each with their own strengths, are loyal to my son and would be a great help. However, the world is in turmoil, and everyone is driven by profit. I must make a perfect plan for Yu'er..."
Emperor Mingxi tapped the table lightly with his hand, his voice barely audible.
Your Majesty's foolproof plan, is it possible that he is going to kill someone again?
Is this for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? Is it to kill all those who are detrimental to His Royal Highness?
Wu Zhonghe shuddered.
But His Majesty smiled coldly, "Why are you shaking? I won't kill you."
Hearing this, Wu Zhonghe said with a bitter face, "I have one foot in the coffin, and I may even be ahead of Your Majesty. Why should I be afraid of this?"
The emperor lowered his eyes and did not respond to this sentence. He just said lightly, "Go down."
Only after Wu Zhonghe respectfully retreated did the emperor turn his attention to the letter that he had never dared to open.
Yes, Emperor Mingxi didn’t dare.
Even if he fell ill from missing his son, even if he woke up and held power over the world, he would not dare to open this light letter.
He didn't dare to see how much his beloved son missed him and resented him.
resentment.
This word made His Majesty's fingertips tremble slightly.
He closed his eyes, a wave of sadness filling his heart. Traitors and traitors, with their wicked ambitions, had forced him to separate from his child, and had even caused his child to resent him.
Emperor Mingxi opened his eyes, and there was a scarlet glow in his eyes.
He would kill them all, he would conquer Mobei and defeat the Chu. He would sweep away all the dust for his children in his lifetime.
In this way, Yu'er would not have been poisoned for more than 20 years like himself.
Emperor Mingxi always thought that he had a hidden illness, or that he had committed too many sins and that God could not bear it.
He never thought he would be poisoned.
Because before he came of age, he, the eldest son, was like a transparent person. The powerful officials in the court could insult him at will, not to mention his favored brothers.
After coming of age, although he was the crown prince, the court and the people believed that he was definitely deposed as the crown prince. Who would poison a person who was despised by the emperor?
When the emperor holds great power, he can make the world what it is at the touch of a hand. Who can bully him or poison him?
I didn't expect it to be so hard to guard against...
Emperor Mingxi opened the letter with trembling hands.
"Your Highness sits in front of the gate day and night, unable to move unless urged repeatedly. He often looks up at the sky, wondering when his father will bring him home. He thinks about it day and night, tossing and turning. Although he is as eloquent as before, his face is often filled with sorrow. The painters who see this are moved to tears and cannot pick up their brushes. In the twenty-third year of the Mingxi reign, on the second day of the twelfth lunar month, at the hour of Mao, Your Highness was waiting for Your Majesty at the entrance of Changnan Town when a bandit bullied him..."
The emperor stared at the words "the thief bullied him" for a long time and could not bear to finish reading the letter.
My son, how could he be oppressed like this!
The emperor's eyes were bloodshot, veins on his hands were bulging, and the hand holding the letter was shaking.
When I read "His Highness burst into tears, murmuring, 'My father is coming back.'"
Emperor Mingxi seemed to be struck by lightning and lost all his strength in an instant.
My son! Father would rather you hate me, would rather you insult me, than see you wait for a whole year with this hope!
Great sounds are silent, great images are invisible, and great sorrow is speechless.
He was poisoned by a Gu, and now that he had begun to remove the poison, he could not have any extreme emotional fluctuations.
All emotions had to be controlled within a line. Emperor Mingxi clenched his palms tightly until blood oozed from his fingertips.
Avoid arrogance, impatience and anger.
In order to spend more time with the little guy, Emperor Mingxi suppressed his surging emotions.
"Someone come."
The emperor spoke softly, his face showing no sadness or joy, yet it made people shudder for no reason.
The secret guard flew down and knelt in front of Emperor Mingxi.
"Go, bring those people to me." The emperor even smiled.
Jia Er was a little confused. "Please give me your instructions, Your Majesty."
He didn't dare to ask, but he had to ask.
The emperor was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Step aside, and call Lin Yin."
Power is a double-edged sword. Emperor Mingxi did not want to become a bloodthirsty emperor, did not want to be a lackey of emotions, and did not want these causes and effects to have anything to do with his son.
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