imperial psychologist

Chapter 414 She Was Sleeping

Han Chong looked at the lord in front of him in disbelief—the death knell of Sanxitang had just sounded, and the new emperor died within a month of taking office, and now is a sensitive time.

At this time, lead troops to rush over...

"The prince and queen may be in danger," Mr. Heng Yuan looked at Han Chong, "We must go and take a look."

Han Chong frowned slightly.

Even though he didn't understand where Heng Yuan-Jun's basis for his judgment came from, he still answered "Understood" immediately.

In fact, Mr. Heng Yuan could not explain this reason to Han Chong.

Because it wasn't until night fell tonight, when he heard that the courtiers had dispersed and only the crown prince and queen were left in Sanxi hall, that a terrible conjecture suddenly appeared in Mr. Hengyuan's mind.

Once this conjecture surfaced, it occupied all his mental energy, and made him no longer in the mood to do anything else.

Mr. Hengyuan has never really come into contact with Prince Gong, or Emperor Qitai, but this man has been broken, disassembled, reconstructed, and analyzed countless times on his sand table.

Lord Hengyuan has no sympathy for Emperor Qitai.He is too cowardly, if it is not for the help of Jun Ping and several veterans behind him, he would not be able to get to where he is today anyway.

However, when the coward suddenly turns over and holds the hottest authority in the world...the fear and anxiety caused by being unable to bear heavy responsibilities are still secondary...

The most terrible thing is that no one can fill a selfish heart that has been suppressed for a long time without knowing it.

……

Mr. Hengyuan originally thought that another fierce battle was waiting for him, but when he came to the hall of Sanxi Hall, he suddenly realized that there would be no more battles tonight—the mausoleum guards were still guarding loyally. Looking at each entrance, the strong smell of blood has already flowed out of the courtyard of Sanxitang along the wind.

It seems that everything is over.

The guardian of the mausoleum blocked Mr. Heng Yuan's way, he declared his identity, and then stood outside the door, waiting for the transmission from the guardian of the mausoleum.

After a while, the guardian of the mausoleum moved out of the way, but blocked Han Chong who was accompanying him.

Mr. Hengyuan didn't think much, and ordered Han Chong to wait on the spot, and then he quickly stepped over the threshold here.

By the moonlight, Mr. Hengyuan saw the front yard full of corpses—these were all eunuchs in the robes of servants, each of them had their heads in different places, their heads were cut off and placed in their hands, naked The exposed skin was almost covered in blood and wounds.

This cruelty far exceeded Mr. Heng Yuan's expectation.

The door of the main hall of Sanxi Hall was half closed.

It's a little too quiet around here.

There was no weeping, no howling, no whispers from the courtiers, everything was trapped in the dead silence of the deep blue night.

He pushed open the door and saw that the outer room of the main hall was in a mess.

The tables and chairs were overturned, and the ground was covered with unknown fragments—glazed glass and white porcelain. Mr. Heng Yuan stepped on them, and there was a crisp sound of the fragments being crushed under his feet.

When he got here, he finally saw a faint figure in the back room, that thin figure sitting on the ground kneeling on the ground, it seemed to be Chen Yicong.

"...Your Highness?"

no respond.

There was no light in the room, but Mr. Heng Yuan's eyes quickly adapted to the darkness here.

He continued to walk inward slowly, until he saw the familiar figure lying in Chen Yicong's arms - Mr. Heng Yuan was stunned for a moment.

It's so quiet here, so quiet that people are a little uncertain whether the person lying in Chen Yicong's arms has fallen asleep or passed out.

But this scene already made Mr. Hengyuan a little unsteady, he immediately supported the high chair beside him, and his gaze never left the figure in Chen Yicong's arms.

Mr. Hengyuan thought about all kinds of unlikely possibilities until he saw Mrs. Zhen's left hand hanging down on the ground.

On the ring finger and little finger of the left hand, there are broken, bloody nails.

Chen Yicong sat there motionless.

The jade crown on his head had fallen to nowhere, and his long hair had been completely loose, hanging down to his waist.

The young man exhaled slowly, then turned his head.

The moonlight came in through the open palace window and shone on Chen Yicong's body, allowing Mr. Heng Yuan to see his face clearly.

A face splattered with blood.

"You are late." Chen Yicong's voice was hoarse and his eyes were indifferent.

……

Until the last moment of her life, Zhen Shi did not drink that glass of poisoned wine.

Under the melodious bronze bell in the outer courtyard, Chen Yicong saw his mother struggling to overturn the candlestick and the table... Finally, all the poisoned wine fell on the ground.

Although all this struggle was useless and only brought more indignity and more intense pain, the mother resisted to the end.

She never chooses to die quietly and silently.

Now the mother lying in her arms still had a painful expression on her face.

Chen Yicong thought in a daze that this might be her last disobedience.

The fierce noise in the room finally attracted the attention of the mausoleum guards, but it was too late by then, the dagger that had been leaning against the mother's neck finally pierced through her heart.

Chen Yicong didn't wait for these eunuchs to be poisoned, and directly killed all the murderers - it's a pity that the person who should die most in his hands has already died in the hands of God first.

So he returned to Sanxitang again, lifted his mother from the cold ground, and hugged her in his arms.

Just like countless summer nights when I was a child, my mother used to hug me like this.

Chen Yicong also wanted to hum some songs, just like what Zhen Shi used to hum to him before going to bed when he was a child, but unfortunately he couldn't remember all of them.

The surrounding time seemed to stand still.

The light on all sides gradually became brighter, and the surrounding sounds gradually became noisy.Chen Yicong heard some voices behind him, disorderly footsteps, mournful cries, helpless sighs, and chattering comfort...

These voices seemed to come from across a rushing river. He couldn't hear what these people were saying, and he didn't care what they were saying.

It was dawn, but my mother didn't wake up.

But he still wanted to wait.

……

This morning, when Bai Ling rubbed her eyes and went to the yard, ready to wash, she suddenly found that Wei Shishi was leaning against the wall outside with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Fourteen?" Bo Ling approached and gently pushed Wei Shishi's arm.

Wei Shishi opened his eyes almost immediately.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Bo Ling whispered, "You'll catch a cold."

Wei Shishi pinched the bridge of his nose, "I stood here this morning thinking about something, but fell asleep...I have news for you."

"what?"

"Emperor Qitai passed away," Wei Shishi said in a low voice, "just last night."

Bo Ling lowered his eyes - she already knew this, and the ringing of the bell last night probably spread the news throughout Pingjing.

"There was news from the palace this morning," Wei Shisi continued, "The empress couldn't bear the blow. After the emperor passed away, she committed suicide immediately."

Burling's sleepiness disappeared instantly, and she stood there digesting for a long time—she remembered the last time she saw Zhen Shi.

Thinking of Zhen Shi's gentle and determined, calm smile.

In the gap between taking care of Emperor Qitai day and night, she even read Li Yuan's "Shanchuan Shilu" in the side hall.

Can't take the hit?

Die for love?

"Impossible..." Bai Ling's hand suddenly grasped the corner of his clothes, "That empress will never do this."

(End of this chapter)