Chapter 95 What do you think? [Jinjiang genuine exclusive release, somewhat similar to the first...
Ziying, who was feeding his mother hot soup spoonful by spoonful, suddenly heard the surprised words shouted by the old servant, Uncle Fu, outside the door. He was so frightened that his left hand trembled and he almost knocked over the ceramic bowl. Even the sick Ji Can, who was lying in bed, had to struggle to support himself and sit up from the bed.
The next moment, the mother and son saw Uncle Fu dragging his sick leg, limping in, holding onto the door frame. He leaned over to the mother and son who were standing by the bed and said in surprise:
"Madam, Young Master, His Majesty has sent Internal Secretary Meng Yi to the palace to summon Young Master Ziying to the palace to meet Him."
"Emperor, what? Uncle Huang wants to see me?"
After hearing these outrageous words again, Ziying was so frightened that his hand trembled. Although he did not knock over the soup bowl, the hot soup that overflowed from it splashed on the back of his hand.
After coming to his senses, he hurriedly put the soup bowl on the table, and helped his mother, who was struggling to get out of bed, down from the bed.
Ji Can hadn't seen the scene of someone delivering a message from the palace for nearly twenty years. She was supported by her son and vaguely put on a worn big sweater, and then they walked out of the room together.
After seeing the young man in black standing on the snow, Ji Can couldn't help but be slightly dazed. She had never actually seen Meng Yi, but when she was young, she had seen Meng Tian, who was always by the king's side and providing close protection, several times.
Even though she had been lying sick in bed, she knew the important role that the Meng family members played in the King's life, no, in His Majesty the Emperor's life.
She couldn't understand why His Majesty would summon her son today for the first time.
Ziying, who was supporting his mother's frail body and hurriedly walking into the yard, was also very confused.
He had seldom left this dilapidated mansion since he was born. Apart from his aunt who would occasionally send people to look after him and his widowed mother, the rest of the clan members would not even come to visit him and his mother. It was good enough if they did not bully or humiliate them.
He had only heard of his uncle, the emperor, who sat high in the Zhangtai Palace, and had never seen him in person.
Why would the emperor's uncle suddenly remember to summon him?
Ziying pursed his thin lips and drooped his eyelids slightly.
When Meng Yi first stepped into the mansion, he was oblivious to the dilapidated scene around him. When Chang'an Jun turned against his father and rebelled, he was still young and had never seen the emperor's half-brother.
Seeing the strange mother and son walking towards him together, he also strode forward with the two black-robed eunuchs behind him, bowed slightly and said:
"Your humble servant, Meng Yi, greets Madam Ji and Prince Ziying."
Ji Can, who had not heard this honorific title for many years, was actually a little at a loss when facing the tall young man who saluted her.
She suppressed the itchiness in her throat and reached out to support Meng Yi. Seeing that his eyes and eyebrows were somewhat similar to those of Meng Tian when he was young, she couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
Since His Majesty has sent his confidant to the palace, I don't think he wants to make things difficult for her child.
She forced a haggard smile, pulled her son to her side, looked at Meng Yi and asked weakly:
"May I ask, Mr. Meng Neishi, why did His Majesty suddenly summon Ziying to the palace to meet him?"
Ziying also looked at Meng Neishi, whom he met for the first time, and couldn't help swallowing nervously.
Although he had extremely complicated feelings about entering the palace, he couldn't help but feel excited deep down.
He understood that this was a good opportunity to save his mother's life. As long as he could enter the palace to see the emperor once, he would seize the opportunity and ask His Majesty the Emperor to send an imperial physician to the palace to treat his mother!
Meng Yi straightened up, looked at the hopeful eyes of the mother and son, and after a brief silence, he whispered:
"I'm sorry, Madam. Yi didn't know your Majesty's intentions."
Although he had guessed that Meng Yi would answer like this, Ji Can still couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.
Not knowing the emperor's intentions, what attitude should Ziying adopt when she first enters the palace to deal with His Majesty and win his favor?
Ziying also lowered his eyes and thought, thinking about the uproar in the capital yesterday about catching an assassin. He couldn't help but pursed his lips. Could it be that the assassin was related to the person his father left behind?
It can’t be like that, right?
Looking at the anxious faces of the mother and son, Meng Yi couldn't bear it any longer. He coughed twice and said,
"Madam and Young Master, there's no need to worry too much. His Majesty is a broad-minded man. Some things are in the past and he won't hold on to them anymore. Besides, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also in the palace right now."
Hearing this, Ji Can's frightened face slowly calmed down, and Ziying's dim eyes couldn't help but sparkle with brilliance.
The fact that His Majesty the Emperor dotes on his eldest grandson is known throughout the city. With His Royal Highness the Eldest Grandson around, His Majesty should be in a good mood.
Ziying felt the kindness Meng Yi showed him, and bowed to Meng Yi and said softly:
"I'm sorry to trouble the Monarch to come here and deliver this message. Please wait a moment while Ziying packs up and then we can go with you to the palace to see the emperor."
Meng Yi nodded slightly, and after seeing the mother and son hurried back to the house together, he declined the lame old servant's invitation to go into the hall to drink hot water, and instead stood quietly in the yard, looking at this desolate and dilapidated mansion.
About a quarter of an hour later, Ziying put on his most decent clothes, tried his best to tidy himself up, and returned to the yard.
Seeing this, Meng Yi didn't say anything more. He took Ziying directly to the outside of the mansion and got on the carriage. He rode a horse to send him to the palace gate and watched Ziying follow two eunuchs into the palace.
He turned his horse and headed towards the mansion.
Yesterday and today, Meng Yi could feel that His Majesty was harboring tremendous anger in his heart, but he didn't know the inside story and could only restrain his thoughts.
When the people in the royal city saw Meng Yi enter the palace of Lord Chang'an and heard the news that he brought Lord Chang'an's posthumous son to the palace to meet the emperor, they were also stunned. They vaguely felt that the sky of the capital seemed to have changed.
Ziying followed two black-robed eunuchs with lowered brows and heads, also with his eyes lowered, walking forward silently, silently organizing in his mind how to ask his majestic uncle the emperor to save his mother when he met him in the Zhangtai Palace.
The palace road is very long, so long that you can't see the end at a glance.
The palace walls on both sides of the palace road are also very high, so high that you can't see the edge even if you look up hard.
Walking on the slippery palace road, Ziying had to use all his strength to calm his chaotic emotions.
At the same time.
Qin Ying, who was staying in the restaurant of Zhangtai Palace, also finished breakfast with her grandfather.
Because of the "assassination" incident in the western suburbs yesterday, my grandfather did not summon all the officials to attend court in the outer hall today, and Qin Ying had a rare opportunity to not have to study.
After breakfast, Qin Ying took her grandfather to the overpass for a walk.
On the high overpass, the snow had been cleared away by the palace servants. The grandfather and grandson walked slowly hand in hand, breathing in the fresh and cool air after the snow, and admiring the sight of the entire palace covered in silver.
Qin Ying scratched his head and thought of a skit, which he told to his grandfather with great emotion, making his grandfather laugh happily. Then he noticed with his sharp eyes that in the distance, two eunuchs were walking towards Zhangtai Palace with a young man who looked very thin at first glance.
He blinked, guessing that the strange young man behind the two eunuchs must be Ziying. He then tugged at his grandfather's hand with his little hand, drawing his grandfather's attention to himself. Then, through the gap in the wooden railing, he pointed at the three people on the distant palace road and asked curiously in a childish voice:
"Grandfather, look, that young man, I don't think I've seen him before."
Hearing his grandson's words, the First Emperor also shifted his gaze to the palace road. At a distance, he could not see clearly what the young man with his head bowed looked like, but after seeing the two palace servants, he guessed that this was Cheng Jiao's posthumous child. He then touched the short and stocky grandson's tiger-head hat with his big hand and whispered with a complicated expression:
"Ying, that young man is Ziying."
"Ah? He is Ziying?"
Qin Ying pretended to be surprised and raised her little head with a "whoosh", looking at her grandfather's handsome face with amazement.
The First Emperor also knew that there was not much information about Ziying in history books. His grandson only knew Ziying's name and did not know the child's true identity.
He bent down slightly and picked up his grandson. Looking at the thin young man below who was getting closer and closer to Zhangtai Palace, he sighed softly:
"Ying, Ziying's father is your great-grandfather's half-brother, Ying Chengjiao. In terms of blood relationship, he is your great-grandfather's nephew, your father's cousin, and your only biological uncle."
Qin Ying glanced down again after hearing this, and whispered in Mandarin into Grandfather's ear:
"Father, is this Ziying the same Ziying that Xuanniao mentioned?"
The First Emperor pursed his lips and nodded without saying anything else. He walked back to Zhangtai Palace with his long legs, holding the little fat boy in his arms.
Not long after, the grandfather and grandson saw the eunuch coming to report in the inner hall: "Your Majesty, Master Ziying is already waiting outside the hall."
The First Emperor, who was kneeling beside the lacquer table, raised his right hand slightly.
The eunuch bowed respectfully and retreated.
Immediately afterwards, a thin and tall figure appeared at the door of the inner hall, with a temperament as graceful as pine and bamboo.
Along with his grandfather, the chubby little boy Ying, who was sitting at the top with his short legs crossed, stared with wide eyes at the young man who walked in with his head lowered.
The other person was about the same height as Silly Dad, and seemed to be about the same age, but his physique was obviously not as strong as Silly Dad's, and the temperament he exuded was not as noble and elegant as Silly Dad's.
Hmm... Is this the last King of Qin, Ying Ziying, who tried hard to save Qin but was unable to support the crumbling empire ten years later?
Ziying, unaware of the thoughts of the grandfather and grandson above him, entered the palace for the first time. He felt uneasy and nervous, just like Lin Daiyu entering the Jia Mansion for the first time. He didn't dare to say a word or take a step, for fear that a wrong step would end the lives of both mother and son. Following the etiquette taught to him by his mother, he walked slowly to the center of the hall with his head lowered, then raised his thumbs upward, interlaced his four fingers, bowed his head, and shouted nervously but respectfully:
"I, the son of a guilty minister, Ying Ziying, pay my respects to Your Majesty and His Royal Highness Chang Sun. Long live Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty, and live Your Royal Highness Chang Sun a thousand years, a thousand, and a thousand years."
The First Emperor lowered his gaze and quietly looked at his nephew. After a few breaths of silence, he said calmly:
"Stand up and lift your head."
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty."
Ziying took a deep breath and slowly raised his head with a calm expression.
The grandfather and grandson sitting at the top also looked at the young man's face.
The older one looked scrutinizing, while the younger one was simply curious.
Being in this position, the First Emperor had no good feelings towards his half-brother and half-brothers. If the three of them stayed quietly and didn't cause him trouble, he wouldn't have been intolerant of them. However...
The First Emperor narrowed his narrow and long eyes slightly, and stared at the young man below with eyes as sharp as an eagle.
Ziying felt the oppressive gaze of the emperor above him and couldn't help sweating on his back, but he still tried to straighten his back and didn't want to show any fear.
He knew that the emperor's uncle hated his father, but his father was dead. Even if his father was wrong, he was the once favored Lord Chang'an and belonged to the same bloodline as King Zhuangxiang. Although he was branded as the "son of a traitor", the blood flowing in his body was as noble as that of the little baby above him.
He did not have to grovel like an ordinary criminal slave.
Thinking this in his mind, Ziying lowered his gaze slightly, like a green pine under the snow, allowing the emperor's pressure from above to rush towards him like a swift tide.
The already quiet inner hall became even quieter at this moment.
Qin Ying also observed Ziying's face curiously. He was indeed the cousin of Silly Dad. Judging from his eyebrows and eyes, Ziying below was indeed somewhat similar to Silly Dad's.
I just wonder how similar Ziying looks to the treasonous Chang'an Jun?
As the little fellow was thinking about this, he felt that the aura of his grandfather beside him had become much gentler, and the tone of his voice was not as cold anymore, and seemed to be mixed with some praise.
"Ziying, you look quite good. You do look somewhat similar to the late king."
Qin Ying's eyes moved when she heard this. What the grandfather meant was that Ziying was very lucky. He didn't look like his biological father who conspired to rebel, but instead looked like his great-grandfather who died young at the age of 35?
Ziying also keenly sensed the slowing down of the emperor's tone. He couldn't help but slightly clench his sweaty palms, and bowed to the First Emperor again and said:
"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. It is a blessing for Ziying to be somewhat like the late king."
The First Emperor nodded slightly. This nephew whom he met for the first time was far superior to his annoying younger brother in both appearance and performance.
His Majesty the Emperor stroked the jade pendant hanging from his waist with his slender fingers and spoke directly to the young man below:
"Ziying, what do you think of the feud between me and your father?"
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