imperial psychologist

Chapter 400 Request
When Zheng Mi basically finished talking about all the things these days, Bai Yi didn't deliberately find anything to talk about, and the atmosphere became cold again.

Zheng Mi simply stood up - he came here for two things today, to see how Bai Yi is doing, and then to see how Bai Ling is doing.

Anyway, now that I have the answer, I can report back.

"Wait," Bai Ling who was on the bed suddenly spoke. She supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and slowly straightened her upper body, "Where is Mr. Hengyuan? Where is he now, and what is he doing?"

"...Who?" Zheng Mi showed a blank expression, then frowned and thought for a while.

The word "Hengyuan" sounded too familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember its origin.

Bo Ling's eyes dimmed, judging from Zheng Mi's reaction, he probably didn't know this person.

So Berlin lay down again.

"Let me take Mr. Zheng out." Bai Yi also stood up.

"No, no need." Zheng Mi smiled and waved his hands, "That's it."

……

"Duke Ming, Eunuch Qiu is here."

Han Chong stepped into the courtyard—after the change of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, his identity has been officially changed from a hundred households to a guard of the old king.

In this chaos that shocked the government and the public, Lord Heng Yuan, the son of the former crown prince, surfaced. He brought the Shenji Battalion that Emperor Jianxi had prepared for a long time, and appeared at the most critical moment, delaying the rhythm of the rebel attack in time.

If it weren't for this sudden emergence, when Chen Yicong returns to Beijing, the only ones waiting for him are the bones of his father and mother...

But so far this news has only stopped in the cabinet.

Before Emperor Qitai issued a decree to give a clear answer, no one planned to be the first to speak on this matter - most of the old officials still remembered the sudden and sudden death of the former prince in Qinyuan.

There are rumors that Emperor Jianxi also haunted Qinyuan that night, but all the people who talked about this matter, whether civilians or ministers, were invited by Jin Yiwei to drink a good tea.

The veterans took the matter of Mr. Hengyuan to heart, and they had to wait for Emperor Qitai to give some clues before deciding on their respective attitudes.

Mr. Heng Yuan is still playing chess in the courtyard.

The maids and eunuchs here have changed again. These servants no longer have gloomy faces. They have the humility and caution that most of the servants in the inner palace have on their faces.

The furnishings in the house were replaced, and they brought or carried the furniture piece by piece to Mr. Hengyuan, asking whether these things need to be kept——

Without exception, the answer was a shake of the head.

Mr. Hengyuan didn't look at these people more, and he didn't have the slightest nostalgia for all the furnishings in this courtyard.

He just stared at the backgammon on the board, thinking about new forbidden moves that could curb the advantage of sunspots-this is the source of happiness that has been his most obsessed lately.

It wasn't until Han Chong brought the news of Qiu Shi's arrival that he barely raised his head from his own world.

"What is he here for?" Heng Yuan-jun asked.

"It should be a reward." Han Chong replied blankly, "Eunuch Qiu brought a lot of people and things."

"There's no room left in the yard." Heng Yuan-Jun whispered, "Thank the Emperor for his kindness on my behalf."

Han Chong got the order and went straight out.

The yard became quiet again. Mr. Hengyuan looked at the confrontation between black and white on the dilapidated chessboard, and it was impossible to pick up the clues just now. He got up alone, walked to the side swing and closed his eyes to rest.

……

In Sanxi Hall, Mrs. Zhen still took care of her husband all night long as she did in Prince Gong's Mansion.

His waking hours were dwindling.

When Emperor Qitai was sleeping, Zhen often sat by the bed and stared at him.His face was pale and blue, and he gritted his teeth because of nightmares from time to time - every time at this time, Zhen would gently wipe his face with a hot towel to smooth his frown.

The night of running away from the Hall of Mental Cultivation gradually faded away, and Zhen Shi looked at her husband with infinite pity.

Everything from the past resurfaced again, his timidity, his lack of composure, and those stupid thoughts... These shortcomings seemed to be covered with a layer of mist and became blurred.

He's not a bad guy after all.

He is honest, he has never done anything harmful to the world, nor has he made any really irreparable mistakes - he knows that he is stupid, so he has always respected and humbled old ministers like Master Zhang and Master Sun, and he has always been kind.

He is cowardly, but he is aware of his cowardice.When others need him, he can also stand up crying and crying.

He didn't have any special hobbies, he never drank for fun like other princes, and was keen on frugality in all kinds of details—even though Zhen Shi once felt that this was just a deliberate pretend by him to please Emperor Jianxi.

But he pretended all his life, so he was really thrifty.

...and also kept the promise with himself for the rest of his life.

All the precious things suddenly became so obvious and prominent that Zhen suddenly felt that perhaps she had indeed underestimated him a little in the past—this man's greatest misfortune was actually to become the son of Emperor Jianxi.

In the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, there were not many people who could bear the uncertain emperor, not to mention that he was the only grown-up son of Emperor Jianxi, and outsiders could not imagine the pressure he endured.

It was also under such impenetrable oppression that he lost all the courage to resist, like a person who was always on the verge of drowning, for fear that he would be sunk to the bottom by a big wave if he was not careful...

Thinking of this, Zhen's heart was filled with sighs about everything in the past.

Emperor Qitai who was lying on the couch seemed to have noticed Zhen Shi's gaze, he slowly opened his eyes and saw his wife sitting by the bed.

He didn't say anything, but held Zhen Shi's hand tightly.

Today's Emperor Qitai seemed to be much more conscious, he didn't cry, he didn't shout, he didn't see any strange hallucinations, he just stared into Zhen's eyes.

The maid brought the medicinal food prepared by the imperial dining room, but Emperor Qitai was so weak that he could hardly sit upright, so he had to rely on more soft pillows under his head and shoulders to barely support his upper body.

Mrs. Zhen fed him porridge. He didn't have much appetite, but he drank a little bit reluctantly.

After a while, he opened his mouth and signaled that he didn't want to eat any more. Mrs. Zhen handed the bowl to the palace man beside him, and helped him remove the pillow under his shoulders, and lay down again.

"Jun Ping, Jun Ping..." Emperor Qitai murmured and lay on his side, he took Zhen Shi's hand and pressed it to his face, "Don't...don't look down on me...I..."

Zhen's hands trembled suddenly, she lowered her eyes, and forcibly held back her tears.

"Forgive me... forgive me... okay."

Zhen Shi nodded, she leaned over and leaned against Emperor Qitai, her forehead touched him lightly.

"...Forgive me..." Emperor Qitai was still whispering, "Don't blame me...I'm really...too...scared...Don't blame me..."

Zhen Shi hugged her husband's arm and shook her head to signal him that there is no need to speak any further.

"I didn't blame you," Zhen said in a low voice, "I never blamed you..."

(End of this chapter)