Chapter 10 The Grand Wedding
The patient was quite old, and the acupuncture treatment had taken a great deal of his energy. Now, he had to painstakingly prepare the medicine, which left him mentally exhausted, but he was just forcing himself to keep going.
"I'm getting old, not like you young people anymore." His voice was hoarse and tired.
The young imperial physician stepped forward, moved a small stool and sat down beside the desk, saying with a hint of admiration in his voice, "I do not think you are old, Your Excellency. Your medical skills are superb, like Hua Tuo reborn. I admire you the most."
As he spoke, he took the palm-leaf fan from the scholar's hand and said, "Scholar, take a rest. You can watch over the students and guide them if you see anything they are doing wrong."
"This old minister is merely a bit old; what is there for you, a mere child, to admire?"
The official handed him a palm-leaf fan, sat down beside him, shifted to a more comfortable position, and said, "At your age, you've become an imperial physician. If you dedicate yourself to your studies, you might become far more capable than me in the future."
"Hehe, I dare not compare myself to the top scholar. If I can be half as good as the top scholar, I will be very satisfied."
Boiling medicine is extremely energy-consuming, requiring constant attention to the heat and leaving no room for carelessness.
Time flowed slowly between the palm-leaf fan and the bubbling medicine.
The chief physician and the young imperial physician chatted for a while before the chief physician fell into a deep sleep.
A gentle breeze rustled the branches at the doorway, startling the person sitting at the desk, who opened their eyes in bewilderment.
He looked at the steaming porcelain jar in front of him, then turned to look at the young man still sitting on the small stool, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.
The young man was still muttering about his time collecting herbs when he was young.
The man suddenly realized that he had actually fallen asleep. He took out a handkerchief, wiped his forehead, and silently exhaled.
The medicine was ready late into the night, and the chief physician personally fed it to the regent. He then arranged for the imperial physicians to be on night duty, while the rest of the physicians rested in their respective rooms.
After taking the medicine, Dorgon fell asleep again, but suddenly woke up just before dawn.
He turned his head slightly and looked out the window at the hazy, dreamlike gray-white.
The figure of a man wearing a bright yellow round-necked robe slowly emerged.
Dorgon narrowed his eyes slightly.
The man's face was fully revealed before his eyes.
"Little Fourteen, don't you recognize your father?"
Dorgon's lips trembled slightly as he tried to get up, but he couldn't control himself.
He is now a useless person.
He tried his best to raise his head, wanting to ask his father if he had done well all these years and if he was worthy of being called emperor, but then he heard the sound of kneeling outside the courtyard.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects."
"How is the Regent, Father Emperor?"
Before long, the annoying boy's voice rang out.
At this very moment, Fu Lin arrived.
Dorgon took a deep breath and lowered his eyes slightly, but his mind was unusually uneasy.
When he turned his gaze to Ama's direction again, he only saw layers of mist, without a trace of the immortal.
Dorgon turned his head back and closed his eyes.
The door opened, and a pair of familiar footsteps echoed on the floor.
The familiar footsteps disgusted Dorgon.
His good brother, Huang Taiji, also walked like this.
The Emperor said that Huang Taiji was more composed and more complex than him.
But how old was he at the time?
The boy sat down in the chair in front of his bed and then heard the door being quietly closed.
Only the uncle and nephew were in the house.
The villa was naturally not as luxurious and comfortable as Dorgon's mansion in the capital; the halls and pavilions were rather small.
The crystal incense burner with animal-head handles on the table under the window was filled with the calming fragrance of medicine.
The smoke curled and lingered around my nose, creating a very quiet atmosphere, as if no one was in the room.
But Dorgon's unease suddenly intensified, instantly enveloping his entire body.
Just as he was hesitating about whether to open his eyes, the boy spoke first.
"Your Majesty, Regent, have you ever heard the saying 'The victor is king, the loser is villain'?"
The boy seemed to genuinely believe he was asleep, speaking in a low voice as if talking to himself.
"Do you still remember when Fulin was young, on a gloomy afternoon, I was unwell, and you came to visit me personally. You jokingly said that if you and my mother had a son, he would not be as weak as I am?"
"It's a pity that Heaven doesn't pity you, leaving you without an heir!"
Dorgon suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the boy sitting upright by the bed.
At this moment, the grayish-white light behind him slowly turned milky white, but it was still hazy and blurry.
This prevented him from clearly seeing the face of his nephew, whom he had raised himself.
What brings you here?
Even though his voice was weak, it still carried a sense of strength and authority.
"Your Majesty, Regent, rest assured, all your subordinates are out there, guarding your safety."
"The Qing Dynasty is currently unstable and cannot withstand even the slightest disturbance."
The boy's voice was still going through puberty, but his tone was relaxed at the moment, quite unlike his usual gentle manner in front of him.
If Dorgon still doesn't understand this now, he's no longer worthy of calling himself "Father Regent."
He stared at the boy, sneered, and said, "You only dare to show your claws at a time like this?!"
"How dare you come at this time to commit patricide?!"
The man's voice was full of sarcasm.
The boy was not angry. Instead, he chuckled and said, "You only dare to bully us orphans and widows after my father's death."
As for the accusation of "patricide," he acted as if he hadn't heard it at all.
Dorgon's face was tense yet trembling. He took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty, now that you have personally come to court, I see that you have no complaints. It is time to completely hand over the empire to you."
Upon hearing this, Fulin did not answer him, but instead said, "Father, Regent, you have devoted yourself to the Qing Dynasty, but now you have met with misfortune. I am deeply saddened."
"You have sacrificed so much for the Qing Dynasty and for me, yet you have no sons, only one daughter."
“My cousin Dong’e, I will treat you well and will also adopt a son for you so that your family line will not end.”
After speaking, Fu Lin leaned slightly closer to the man whose face was pale and whose eyes were like cold arrows.
"Dorgon, you insulted my mother, made me a puppet, and stole Haoge's wife. You are short-sighted, arrogant, and conceited. Did you ever think you would die today?"
"you!"
The young man stood up, looking at the man with great interest, as if watching him was something very interesting.
"Your wind-related illness."
"Dorgon, I don't even need to lift a finger; a woman can destroy you."
Dorgon's face suddenly flushed red, his eyes widened, and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.
He only heard something like a violent blow to his mind, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Fulin watched as Dorgon's mouth foamed, his eyes rolled back, and his body convulsed. In no time, the bedding became damp.
His eyes appeared unusually calm, then he let out a soft sneer, turned around, and strode away.
The young imperial physician on night duty knelt on the ground, respectfully seeing off the emperor.
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The downfall of a powerful figure was nothing more than an ordinary day.
That day was neither a snowy June day nor a day of thunder and lightning, but an ordinary late spring/early summer night.
Inside the post station, there were flowers specially sent by Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, and the flowers were in full bloom.
Unlike the wildflowers that grow wildly on the grasslands, these flowers have eunuchs and palace maids specifically assigned to care for them.
Jialuo lay on the table, watching the eunuchs and maids carrying flowers to the makeshift flower room.
These flowers are delicate for a reason; they are indeed very beautiful.
Just then, his fourth brother, Darima, rushed over and whispered to him that Prince Rui had left at dawn that day.
Jialuo was startled by what she heard, and the image of the man's imposing figure in the temple that day still flashed through her mind.
Darima was clearly quite shocked.
"After meeting the Regent that day, it was hard to imagine that a fall from a horse would cost him his life."
His tone was somewhat dazed, and he seemed a little disappointed.
Jialu patted her brother's back and whispered, "The Regent is gone, so we should be even more careful. I'm afraid I'm going to marry into the royal family now."
"Hmm? Why?"
Darima recently accepted that his younger sister would not marry into the royal family. He treated this trip to the capital as a leisurely visit, and when the time came, he took his sister back to the vast and untamed Khorchin grassland.
Now that the regent who forced the emperor to marry his sister is gone, the emperor is even less likely to marry his younger sister.
Why is she so determined to marry into the royal family?
Upon hearing this, Jialuo looked at him, smiled, and shook her head.
"For just one word: stability."
"stable?"
A note from the author:
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Hehe~ Early update today!
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