Niao Ni
Chapter 691: Chaos in Kyoto, Red Candles Flicker
His Majesty was assassinated! The heinous rebel was none other than Director Chen! This news shocked and bewildered everyone. However, the facts were undeniable. Aside from feeling absurdly shocked, these civil officials turned their gazes towards the Imperial Censorate. A faint unease arose in their hearts as they wondered if the court could control that institution under such circumstances.
Fortunately, reassuring news continued to arrive. At least for now, these officials seemed to have little to worry about. After the major incident erupted in the morning, the ministers of various departments, dukes, and several senior officials from the Ministry of Central Secretariat rushed to the palace. After a few hours, these dignitaries left the palace and began to resume handling state affairs, leaving only Grand Scholar Hu to remain in the palace.
The most important matter on the Qing court's agenda was naturally the trial of Chen Pingping for treason. All departments were mobilized. This was the first time the civil official system independently reviewed such an important case outside the gaze of the Imperial Censorate. One wondered what the feelings of these various departments were, and whether, amidst the grief and shock, they also felt a great sense of relief. However, the Emperor's decree was so clear, urgent, and chilling that the so-called trial was merely a formality.
In less than two hours, the various departments of the Qing court, led by the Court of Judicial Review, drafted a list of Chen Pingping's numerous major crimes and sent it to the palace. However, the list was immediately rejected. Clearly, the Emperor, still furious and recovering from his injuries, was extremely dissatisfied with the charges drawn up by these civil officials.
The Emperor would not allow Chen Pingping to die easily and comfortably. Since Chen Pingping believed he was standing on a bright and righteous platform of inquiry and revenge, the Emperor would ensure that Chen Pingping was disgraced and died with endless humiliation and charges.
Fabricating crimes was not a difficult task, but applying them to Chen Pingping threw these court officials into a state of panic. However, with His Majesty's strict orders in place, no one dared to object. They could only tremble as they applied all sorts of crimes committed by notorious traitors in history to the old cripple.
When thirteen major crimes were finally compiled, and Chen Pingping finally became the most heinous and unforgivable traitor in history, a voice of approval finally came from the palace. Clearly, Chen Pingping could no longer escape the punishment of dismemberment.
Everything moved with incredible speed. While shocked, all the court officials couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. If it were a genuine case of treason, an investigation following the usual procedures would likely take several years. If Director Chen was the principal offender, he certainly wouldn't be executed so easily, and the officials implicated in this case of treason would probably number in the thousands.
However, the injured Emperor seemed to focus his anger solely on Chen Pingping and did not want to broaden the scope of the matter.
Finally, some officials speculated about His Majesty's intentions and immediately felt a chill. His Majesty hated Chen Pingping to the extreme, so he had to be publicly executed, with Chen Pingping being dismembered before the eyes of thousands of people. The reason His Majesty was forcing the entire court to expedite the process was because… Chen Pingping was not only Chen Pingping, he represented the Imperial Censorate, and the new Director of the Imperial Censorate, the powerful Lord Fan, was currently on his way back to Kyoto from Dongyi City.
If it were an ordinary subject, His Majesty would probably not care at all, and might even coldly and cruelly wait for him to return and let Chen Pingping die before his eyes, thereby touching the other party's bloody heart once again. However, Fan Xian was no ordinary subject. The power and influence he held were too great, even to the point where His Majesty had to consider the future of Qing. And most importantly… he was the Emperor's biological son.
Killing Chen Pingping outright would not quell the pent-up resentment in His Majesty's heart, but His Majesty had to complete this matter before Fan Xian returned to Kyoto, thereby making these things an irreversible fact.
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The entire court was incredibly busy due to the shocking assassination attempt in the Imperial Study Room in the early hours of the morning. In the southern part of Kyoto, the Fan residence, with its stone lions at the gate coldly and disdainfully observing the world, had fallen into an eerie silence.
It was just past noon. The news of His Majesty's assassination had just spread outside the palace. Chen Pingping had not yet been sent to the Imperial Censorate prison. An imperial eunuch, accompanied by Imperial Guards and soldiers from the Forbidden Army, had already entered the Fan residence directly through the main gate.
Without an incense table or a ceremony to receive the decree, the people of the Fan residence, who were having lunch in the small flower hall, turned pale upon hearing the eunuch's words. Lin Wan'er, as the mistress of the house, slowly stood up and stared at the eunuch, saying, word by word, "Say that again?"
The eunuch clearly knew that His Majesty was waiting in the palace for treatment, but he dared not show anger at the Princess Chen's cold questioning. He repeated himself in a hurried voice.
A look of horror flashed in Lin Wan'er's eyes, and she subconsciously turned to look at her younger sister-in-law. Fan Ruoruo's face was also a little pale. Anyone who heard this news would probably show the same expression, especially the women of the Fan residence. Whether it was His Majesty the Emperor or Chen Pingping, whose life or death was currently unknown, the relationship with the Fan residence was too deep and too close to be separated.
Especially Lin Wan'er knew how much her husband, Fan Xian, who was not currently in Kyoto, cared for Chen Pingping. But His Majesty the Emperor was, after all, Fan Xian's biological father, her own uncle.
Fan Ruoruo put down her chopsticks, looked at her sister-in-law, and gently bit her lower lip, not saying a word, her fingers trembling slightly.
Lin Wan'er's large eyes gradually calmed down. She lowered her head slightly and asked, "Is His Majesty in danger?"
The eunuch did not know the inside story. He couldn't even enter the palace where His Majesty was staying, so he couldn't say anything specific. This time, they were only under orders from Marshal Ye, following the advice of the chief physician of the Imperial Hospital, to invite… or escort Miss Fan into the palace to treat His Majesty. Hearing Princess Chen's question, he could only shake his head in slight fear.
Lin Wan'er looked at Fan Ruoruo. Fan Ruoruo lowered her head slightly, didn't think about anything, and stood up directly, saying calmly, "I'll go to the palace."
After saying this, Fan Ruoruo left the dining table and followed the eunuch and the soldiers out of the Fan residence. Her medical kit was still at the Danbo Medical Clinic on Dongchuan Road, so she had to make a detour there.
Watching her younger sister-in-law's figure disappear at the entrance of the residence, a deep sense of worry and unease reappeared in Lin Wan'er's eyes. She said to the wife of the Teng family, who was standing beside her, "Send a few clever people to wait outside the palace. Report back any news immediately."
"Yes." The wife of the Teng family also knew that something big had happened today. She responded with a solemn expression on her face and prepared to turn around to make arrangements. Then, she heard the mistress's second sentence, "Have Teng Zijing come over. I have something to tell him."
The expression on Lin Wan'er's face was very serious. In addition to being slightly nervous, there was more worry. She was deep inside the Fan residence and had no idea what was happening outside. She didn't know what had happened in the palace today, why Director Chen had suddenly returned to Kyoto, and what had happened between Emperor Uncle and Director Chen in the Imperial Study Room.
But from the Kyoto rebellion three years ago, she knew that the ruthless Emperor would not give Director Chen any chance to survive. But she knew even more clearly that if Fan Xian were in Kyoto at this time, he would definitely not stand by and watch this happen.
Because she knew Fan Xian's attitude, she also knew that the Fan residence's position in this matter was very dangerous. A single mistake could lead to eternal damnation.
She glanced at Sisi beside her and instructed in a low voice, "When Teng Zijing arrives later, I'll have them arrange for you to leave Kyoto first. You hold Shuning and Liangzi and hide in the manor outside Kyoto for a while."
Sisi was not surprised by this arrangement. After all, she was one of the four maids that Fan Xian had personally trained. Although she had been managing the affairs of the family and clan with the young mistress in the residence for many years, she had not abandoned her sensitivity. Especially when it came to escaping Kyoto, Sisi was no stranger to it. When she was pregnant with Fan Xian's first child, it was during the tense time of the Kyoto rebellion, and Master Fan Jian had arranged for her to hide in the Chen Garden.
Chen Garden? Sisi looked at the young mistress and suddenly said, "Director Chen has done favors for the young master."
Lin Wan'er sighed and gently nodded, saying, "But such a big thing has happened. Who can reverse it? Don't say anything for now. Hurry up and pack up. Leave the residence immediately."
"At this time, the city gates should already be closed, and Kyoto is about to be under martial law. If Teng Zijing is leading, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out," Sisi reminded. Over the years, Fan Xian's wife and concubine had been handling the affairs of the clan, family, and the Jiangnan Hangzhou Association on his behalf. The two women, one in charge and one assisting, cooperated extremely well. That tacit understanding was getting deeper and deeper. Lin Wan'er was the one who made the decisions, and Sisi was the one who filled in the gaps.
Lin Wan'er entrusted her own son to Sisi to take out together, which was a sign of extreme trust. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she said, "That's why we have to race against time."
As she was speaking, a secret agent from the Imperial Censorate wearing a black official uniform appeared outside the flower hall. Lin Wan'er had secretly notified the members of the Qinian Group who had been protecting her, so she was not surprised to see his appearance. She walked gracefully to the edge of the flower hall and looked at him worriedly, asking, "Have you heard about what happened? Immediately send someone to the outskirts of the Imperial Censorate to check the situation, and then arrange for Guard Teng to take them away."
The member of the Qinian Group nodded heavily. As a member of the Imperial Censorate, he was also extremely heavy-hearted and shocked at this time. However, he knew that the young mistress's orders were very clear. The Imperial Censorate must have been heavily surrounded at this time, making it very difficult to contact the inside.
He made a gesture behind him, and the members of the Qinian Group would naturally go to arrange everything. Lin Wan'er looked at him and said, "Send someone to Yan Prefecture at full speed. If you encounter Fan Xian on the way..." Her brows furrowed.
The member of the Qinian Group looked at her with slight nervousness, waiting for her final decision.
"Tell him the truth," Lin Wan'er's face flashed with a trace of determination, and she said, "Just say Director Chen... is going to die."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her gratefully, and then left to prepare everything. At this time, the Fan residence was busy internally in an orderly manner. Only Lin Wan'er was left alone in the flower hall. Thinking about what had happened suddenly today, she suddenly felt a cold wind blowing around her, causing her to shiver twice.
She had been in charge of the Fan residence for three years. In addition to managing the Hangzhou Association and clan affairs, Lin Wan'er, who was in the prime of her youth, already had the demeanor of the mistress of the house. Clear and powerful instructions were issued one after another, and everyone in the Fan residence began to respond in an orderly manner.
At the side door of the backyard garden, Lin Wan'er took the eldest girl and youngest son from the nanny's arms, kissed them fiercely on the faces, and then told Sisi a few words, before letting the carriage start moving. Teng Zijing lowered his voice beside her and said, "Leaving Kyoto at this time, I'm afraid it will be a little eye-catching."
Lin Wan'er glanced at him, knowing that this guard, who was extremely loyal to the Fan family, was shocked by the assassination in the palace, but still thought her reaction was a little too intense. She shook her head and said, "Although it's a little eye-catching, it's best to leave sooner rather than later."
There was one sentence she didn't explain to Teng Zijing. Although the Qinian Group had already sent someone to inform Fan Xian, the journey was long, and she was afraid that Chen Pingping would have already died on the execution ground by the time Fan Xian returned. Lin Wan'er knew Fan Xian's emotions hidden under his gentle appearance. Who knew what kind of intense reaction Fan Xian would have at that time?
Because she anticipated that Fan Xian would have an intense reaction, Lin Wan'er's reaction seemed so nervous and urgent at this time.
"Don't worry about this side. I'll personally go to the palace to take a look later," Lin Wan'er nodded slightly to him.
Teng Zijing sighed, bowed, and chased after the carriage not far away.
Lin Wan'er returned to the residence and summoned all the guards, servants, and personnel in the Fan residence in the shortest possible time, explaining in a serious tone what to pay attention to recently, especially prohibiting anyone from discussing it privately.
She was the mistress of the Fan residence. Although she was always known for her innocence and happiness, she had already established her prestige in the residence through her management of the family over the years. Kyoto was in chaos today, and who knew that the Fan residence was one of the centers of the chaos? The servants and maids responded in unison, daring not to be insincere.
Lin Wan'er's gaze slowly swept around, roughly calculating the forces that could be mobilized in the residence. The Qinian Group didn't have many personnel left in the residence. Most of them were the swordsmen guards from the Sixth Bureau, and these people had to ensure the safety of the Fan residence, so it was inconvenient to send them out. However, Dabao went to Old Lin's residence to bury crickets yesterday, and now that such a big thing had happened, someone had to be sent to pick him up immediately.
She immediately thought of something else and gently waved her hand to summon the official from the Qinian Group, saying softly, "Send someone to the First Bureau as well. They don't need to do anything, just maintain contact."
Although no news had been sent back from the Imperial Censorate, Lin Wan'er knew that with Emperor Uncle's imperial mind, that square and gloomy building must be under the pressure of strong military force. However, the First Bureau, being close to the Court of Judicial Review, might have some loopholes.
All that Lin Wan'er did was actually preparing for Fan Xian. She knew that once Fan Xian returned to Kyoto, the first thing he needed to know was the truth. Although she didn't want Fan Xian to take risks or go crazy from the bottom of her heart, if her husband really wanted to go crazy, she, as his wife, would have to make some necessary preparations for his madness in advance.
After making all these arrangements and ordering the Fan residence to close its doors, strictly prohibiting internal and external traffic unless a decree was personally delivered, Lin Wan'er relaxed slightly, got into the carriage that had been prepared long ago, and drove out of the main street of Kyoto's southern city, heading towards the majestic palace in the north, which was particularly solemn and grim today.
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The Imperial Palace was heavily guarded today. The density and strength of the Forbidden Army's patrols were incomparable to those of the past. Everyone's faces were filled with a look of tension and murderous intent. It seemed that even though Director Chen had been seriously injured and captured, no one would feel relaxed.
Lin Wan'er got out of the carriage and went directly to the palace gate. She had grown up in this palace since she was a child, and she was deeply loved by the Empress Dowager and the Emperor. She was an anomaly in the palace, and she usually had no problem entering and leaving the palace, but today she was forced to stop at the palace gate.
Commander Gong Dian of the Forbidden Army looked at her with an extremely complicated expression, saluted her, and said, "His Majesty has ordered the palace to be closed today."
Lin Wan'er raised her face, her big eyes calm and unwavering, and said without retreating, "His Majesty was assassinated. This princess wants to enter the palace to visit him. Is that not allowed?"
Gong Dian frowned slightly. In fact, the so-called closing of the palace was a selective closure. In theory, Princess Chen was the Emperor's most beloved niece, so it was natural for her to enter the palace at this time. But the problem was... the source of today's turmoil was the Imperial Censorate, and everyone in the world knew that Princess Chen was the wife of Fan Xian, the current Director of the Imperial Censorate. At this time, she wanted to enter the palace...
"This official just doesn't know if His Majesty wants to see the princess," Gong Dian said in a deep voice.
Lin Wan'er's heart tightened slightly, and she knew what General Gong Dian was reminding her of in secret. The other party was worried that she would enter the palace to plead with the Emperor for Chen Pingping. And now, anyone who dared to plead with the Emperor would probably provoke the Emperor's anger. Especially with her complicated identity, once she spoke to plead, it might exacerbate the conflict and make the Emperor have different emotions towards the Imperial Censorate, and even towards Fan Xian, who was not in Kyoto.
After a moment of silence, she forced a smile and said, "I heard that several Grand Scholars are in the palace, and Prince Jing has also entered the palace. I want to go in and take a look." After a slight pause, she said softly to Gong Dian, "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."
Gong Dian sighed and ordered the soldiers behind him to open the way.
After entering the Imperial City, she entered the Inner Palace smoothly. Lin Wan'er walked very quickly. By the time she arrived in front of the Emperor's bedroom, a few fine beads of sweat had appeared on the tip of her nose, and her cheeks were slightly red.
However, she could only walk to the bedroom. No one could enter. Lin Wan'er was slightly stunned as she looked at the people around her. She saw Consort Yi pushing the Third Prince's hand, looking at the closed palace gate with a worried face. Consort Ning, the birth mother of the First Prince, had an exceptionally cold face, standing alone on the other side, accompanied by palace maids.
Prince Jing was standing at the palace gate, talking to Ye Zhong in a low voice. On the right hand side of the stone steps, Grand Scholar Hu, the leader of the Qing court's civil officials, had a heavy face. Behind him were the other two Grand Scholars from the Ministry of Central Secretariat. He Zongwei had already escorted Chen Pingping to the Imperial Censorate, so he was not here.
What surprised Lin Wan'er the most was that Mr. Shu Wu, the former Grand Scholar who had resigned three years ago and was only at home enjoying his grandchildren, had also come outside the hall, his sunken eyes looking at the closed palace gate, maintaining a silence completely contrary to his irritable temperament.
When everyone saw that it was Princess Chen who had arrived, they separated to salute, but Grand Scholar Hu looked at her with a worry similar to that of Gong Dian. It seemed that the great figures of the Qing court were worried about the same thing after this incident.
They were worried about the reaction of the Imperial Censorate after His Majesty executed Chen Pingping, especially... Fan Xian's reaction.
Among the people present, Lin Wan'er was the closest to Consort Ning, because she had often eaten and slept in Consort Ning's courtyard since she was a child. However, looking at Consort Ning's face today, she felt a thud in her heart. After saluting the Grand Scholars, she came to Prince Jing's side.
"Ruoruo has been inside for half an hour." Prince Jing seemed to know what his seemingly confused but actually as shrewd as her mother niece wanted to ask, and said dimly, "Besides her, His Majesty has not seen anyone. Don't think about relying on His Majesty's love for you to break in and plead for that old dog."
At this time, the great figures in the field had their own thoughts, and no one noticed the conversation between Prince Jing and Princess Chen. After hearing Prince Jing's words, Lin Wan'er's face darkened slightly, and she lowered her head and said softly, "Is His Majesty in great danger?"
"A scourge lives for a thousand years. How can he die so easily?" Prince Jing said with a fake smile, in an extremely low voice.
Lin Wan'er was shocked and did not expect Prince Jing to say such rebellious words in the palace. When she entered the palace earlier, she had not thought about meeting His Majesty the Emperor and pleading for Director Chen, but like Fan Xian, she was very familiar with His Majesty the Emperor's temperament, and knew that at this moment, if she wanted to save Director Chen from death, it was simply impossible.
"I received news on the way into the palace that they are planning to dismember him?" Lin Wan'er's face turned pale slightly, and she asked Prince Jing in a trembling voice to confirm.
Prince Jing glanced at her and said, "It seems that although the Imperial Censorate has been temporarily abolished today, Fan Xian still left you with some people. That's right, His Majesty's meaning is very clear."
Lin Wan'er's voice trembled slightly: "Can't there be a pardon outside the law? After all, the old director... is not an ordinary person."
"I know what you are worried about, and what those people are worried about." Prince Jing's eyes were turbid, and he sighed and said, "That old dog has offended too many people. Do you think those civil officials are willing to plead with His Majesty for his matter? They are just worried that Fan Xian will go crazy."
He looked at Lin Wan'er and shook his head with some sadness, "His Majesty won't see anyone, which clearly shows that he has made up his mind."
There are many ways to die. The great figures who come and go in the palace don't actually care too much about life and death, because the coldness of the dragon chair has already made them aware of this. However, how to die is a very important matter. If Chen Pingping finally ended up with a disreputable reputation and being cut into a thousand pieces, then the resentment hidden within the Imperial Censorate, rushed by this bloody light, who knows how chaotic Qing would become.
Chen Pingping's assassination of His Majesty is undoubtedly a capital crime, but if he were granted suicide, even beheading or hanging, it would perhaps eliminate the violent air currents brought about by this matter as much as possible, while showing His Majesty's magnanimity. However, no one knew what kind of dialogue took place between the Emperor and his subject in the Imperial Study Room, so that His Majesty the Emperor showed a rare resentment and anger, determined to let Chen Pingping die in the most tragic situation.
Listening to Prince Jing's words, Lin Wan'er fell silent. If His Majesty the Emperor could be a little more magnanimous, perhaps Fan Xian, who was about to return to Kyoto, could accept it better. Of course, all of this was based on their imagination. No one knew what kind of real reaction Fan Xian would have after knowing about this.
"Aunt Ning seems to be... a little strange today." Lin Wan'er frowned slightly as she looked at Consort Ning, who had a indifferent expression on the veranda in the distance.
Prince Jing's expression changed slightly and he didn't say anything. There were many things that only the previous generation of their Li family royalty knew and there was no need to tell these younger generations and outsiders. He believed that Consort Ning had had genuine affection for His Majesty the Emperor over the years, but he also believed that Consort Ning had not forgotten that old cripple even to this day.
The sun was gradually setting, and it was almost dusk. There was a rain shower in the morning, and there were still some water stains between the bluestone slabs. The light was gradually dimming, but the water stains lit up, as if they had lit a lamp.
The lights in the Imperial Palace lit up. Although they were not as dazzling and beautiful as the red clouds in the western sky, they were also dotted and extraordinarily beautiful. The lights in His Majesty's bedroom lit up the earliest and the most, extremely bright. They shone through the windows, illuminating the surroundings clearly, revealing even the smallest details.
Lin Wan'er's heart trembled slightly, and she thought of how Fan Xian was stabbed and seriously injured a few years ago, nearly losing his life. It seemed that he was also treated in this palace. The lights at that time were as bright as they were today, and the girl who performed the surgery that day was also the one inside.
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A drop of sweat almost dripped from the wet hair on her forehead, but fortunately a palace maid reached out to catch it with a handkerchief. The palace maid retreated in extreme horror, but Fan Ruoruo's face remained unchanged. She was still moving the extremely sharp scalpel in her hand lightly under the light of the bright lights in the room.
This entire box of surgical medical equipment was made by the Inner Treasury using the most advanced technology, condensing the wisdom of Ye Qingmei, Fei Jie, and later Fan Xian. And Fan Ruoruo also learned from these relatives how to use these things.
The years of hard work on Green Mountain, the research on the treatment of external injuries, finally made Fan Ruoruo a true doctor, not the immature little sister who trembled when opening a bloody wound on her own brother.
The naked Emperor lay flat on the hard couch, his eyes closed slightly. Fan Ruoruo was on his right hand side, carefully and steadily sliding the small knife on his body. Where the blade pointed, the smooth skin split open, the charred hole broke open, and blood seeped out. Then Fan Ruoruo used her steady hand to probe inside with tweezers, pinched a hard object, and pulled it out forcefully.
With a clanging sound, a small steel ball with poison was placed on the flat plate next to it. There were already seven steel balls on the plate. The surgery had progressed to this point and had taken half the time.
Fan Ruoruo took a deep breath, slowly running the Heavenly One Path True Qi method, which was beginning to appear in her body, to help herself calm down, and then looked at the Nine-Five Supreme lying on the couch and said, "There are still a few that are very deep, it may be very painful later, does His Majesty need to use some chloroform?"
Chloroform was the most successful anesthetic that Fan Xian and the Third Bureau had developed. It was indeed effective when used in surgery. However, Fan Ruoruo's words revealed a shocking fact. Had the Emperor not used anesthesia since the surgery began, but instead allowed the sharp knife to cut his body?
Especially when the tweezers were used to forcefully remove the steel ball earlier, Fan Ruoruo used a lot of force, but the Emperor lying on the couch did not even frown, as if he could not feel the pain on his body at all.
Emperor Qing slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Fan Ruoruo, and said, "Continue."
His tone was very indifferent, as if the body being cut by the knife was not his own, as if those life-threatening steel balls were not deeply embedded in his bones.
Fan Ruoruo nodded slightly, holding the sharp knife tightly and loosely, lowered her head, and continued her work seriously. Her movements were so natural that she didn't seem to have any fear. Since the Emperor had spoken, she no longer worried that the Emperor would not be able to bear the pain, as if under her knife was just a wooden man, not a powerful Emperor who could cause millions of people to die with a flick of his hand.
Looking at Fan Ruoruo's calm face, the seriously injured Emperor Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to feel a trace of surprise, and asked calmly, "Did An Zhi teach you all of this?"
Fan Ruoruo was focused on the knife and did not pay attention to the Emperor's question at all. The deep meaning in Emperor Qing's eyes became more and more intense, and he asked, "You don't seem to be very afraid of朕?"
At this time, Fan Ruoruo took out another steel ball and also dealt with the residual iron sand at the wound, and then replied softly, "His Majesty is a patient. Ruoruo is just worried that His Majesty will not be able to bear this pain and will disturb the treatment."
"Don't worry, there were many fierce generals who scraped the poison off their bones on the battlefield back then." The Emperor's gaze was slightly dim, and he said slowly, "In 朕's life, the pain I have experienced is much more intense than this."
This sentence naturally refers to the first Northern Expedition back then, when Emperor Qing's meridians were completely shattered, and he went through a painful torment that no human could bear. Fan Ruoruo did not know about this and did not respond.
The Emperor slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently, "This knife is cutting on朕's body, tomorrow it will be repaid ten times and a hundred times on that eunuch's body."
As soon as this was said, the tip of the knife in Fan Ruoruo's hand did not tremble, but her body stiffened slightly. The Emperor looked at her quietly and said, "Don't think about pleading for that eunuch later. If you have this intention, it is a great crime."
"Jing Wang that waste, Consort Yi, Consort Ning, Hu Shu, Ye Zhong's daughter recognizes Fan Xian as a teacher, Gong Dian has always admired that kid, Yi Chen is also here..." The Emperor's face was calm, and he looked at her with narrowed eyes and said, "You are his sister,朕 is very curious, when will everyone around 朕 be related to that kid."
"That was given to him by Your Majesty." Involving Fan Xian, Fan Ruoruo finally stopped the scalpel in her hand, looked at the Emperor calmly, and said softly.
"朕 knows what you people are thinking, what you are worried about." Blood seeped out from the Emperor's naked upper body, but this Grandmaster Emperor did not seem to worry about his life passing away.
"朕 is extremely disdainful of this worry. He is朕's biological son, does he think he will rebel against朕 for a servant?"
The red candles flickered slightly, but the palace lamps remained on, Fan Ruoruo gently shook her head, and continued to cut and tear something on this Nine-Five Supreme's body.
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(His Majesty the Emperor is just convincing himself that loneliness is a terrible thing, especially when he finds that the people around him are actually more willing to be close to Fan Xian, which makes him very uncomfortable. The resentment towards Chen Pingping is more in the control of men, suddenly discovering that after so many years, he is still not as good as that woman. In order to prove this, he will naturally place his hopes on Fan Xian, whom he trusts and loves the most, being able to stand by his side forever. What kind of emotion is this? Probably a need for self-acceptance and self-proof?
The above passage should have been Emperor Qing's inner monologue in the book, but I believe that such a man would at most be influenced by the subconscious mind, but would not condone such weak emotions forming a specific picture in his mind, so it is impossible to appear, and I am also unwilling to write this into something that is omniscient and omnipotent, so I will explain it.)
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Today is another nine thousand words, the theme is in reactions and omens, and from tomorrow onwards, I will probably write about four or five chapters in a row, which is a real drama in the autumn rain, and I am already tired. Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday, I will write less, because I don't have much confidence in my abilities, so I have to be more serious and continue this story well.
Finally, I sincerely ask everyone for monthly ticket support. Although it is an old saying and there is no new idea, it has an attitude. I will also call out even if I write less, because I know I am serious and everyone can see my seriousness.