imperial psychologist

Chapter 415 That's it
"Where's the prince?" Bai Ling asked, "He... he is now..."

"Still in Sanxitang, several veteran ministers of the cabinet have already passed away." Wei Shisi said softly, "It is not easy to inquire about the specific situation now, but the empress is indeed dead, and there are those who served the emperor last night. The eunuchs all followed and committed suicide."

"... all suicide?"

"The current news is like this." Wei Shishi replied.

Bo Ling thought about this in a daze, and walked slowly to the well and sat down while supporting the edge of the well.

There was no one else in the yard in the early morning, and Bai Shijun and Bai Yi were still sleeping, and a few cocks crowed and dogs barked not far away.

"Fourteen, go and rest." Bo Ling said in a low voice, looking at the flat ground in front of him.

"Ah."

Wei Shishi looked at the girl in front of him. He knew the promise Zhen made to Bo Ling not long ago. Although Bo Ling kept his mouth shut these days, things changed again.

Bo Ling sat there without saying a word, and then let out a small sneer.

These days, thinking of many things, she couldn't help crying.

Crying day after day, day after day, the tears gradually bored her.

Crying makes people bored, crying makes people feel disheartened.

Zhen's promise is really wonderful.So much so that in the past few days, the more Bo Ling thinks about it, the more he feels unreal, and the more he thinks about it, the more he doubts whether this matter will come to naught at the last moment like many things in the past.

It's not a good feeling to be dangling in mid-air.

Now, those jitters are finally over.

All the fantasies of laughter and laughter were smashed to pieces, and life once again revealed its thorny, hideous and terrifying original appearance.In just a few short months, she has gotten used to the latter.

In this place where she lives, there are endless battles everywhere. If anyone dares to have any illusions about the future, reality will turn around and smash his face with a sledgehammer, and tear him away bit by bit. The things that come are smashed to pieces in an instant.

Bai Ling heard the chirping of birds above her head. She raised her head and saw the birds passing by, changing shapes and turning a corner in the distant sky.

As the flock of birds went away, Bo Ling suddenly thought of Lin Jieyu and the imperial concubine.

The wicked man died;
died for nothing;
And Mrs. Zhen—this is almost the most perfect person Bo Ling has seen here, and she did not end well.

——"The turmoil here, sometimes there is no reason to justify it... If there is a way to retreat, no one would want to stand here."

When Mrs. Zhen said this, did she know what was waiting for her in the future?
Berlin didn't know.

The rules here... what the hell are they?

Not so long ago, she felt that she seemed to understand this question...now she realized that she still didn't know it.Burling thought of Barnes' famous quote—fate, a big word, means that there are certain moments and certain things that you can't do anything about, but life tells you, "That's it."

People have no choice but to nod and call it fate.

Bai Ling breathed evenly, she felt that her eyes were still hot, but the tears had dried up.

Whose fate Barnes was talking about, it wasn't hers.

There was also a knock on the door at this time.

……

Within a month, the Forbidden City changed hands again.

The workload of the Ministry of Rites doubled again—but fortunately, Emperor Qitai's last imperial decree gave them a little breathing space, and everything was kept simple.

This year's New Year's Day, a total of three emperors have been replaced - the previous rule set by the Ministry of Rites is that this year is still counted as the 45th year of Jianxi, and from the next year, it will be counted as the first year of Qitai.

Now Emperor Qitai Yuji passed away in less than a month, which really stumped everyone. There were endless debates within the Ministry of Rites, and they couldn't decide how to calculate the calendar.

In the end, Sun Beiji made the final decision—this year is the 45th year of Jianxi from the first month to May, and from July to the end of the year. June and one month will be counted as the first year of Qitai, and next year will be counted as the first year of the new emperor.

This kind of algorithm can be said to be unprecedented, but it can only be used as an expedient measure to deal with the current situation.

After the dispute was over, the cabinet once again sent orders to the Ministry of Rites—don't waste too much time on these trivial matters in the future. All the important tasks now should be carried out around the next enthronement ceremony.

The officials of the Ministry of Rituals were a little embarrassed, and they immediately pointed out that this was by no means a trivial matter, and in fact they did not waste much time on this matter. Instead, the cabinet was slow to provide some important matters. reply--

For example, which one should be named the new emperor's reign.

Sun Beiji has nothing to do with the people below asking for an explanation.

No matter what the new emperor's year name is, the new emperor has to look at it and approve it.

However, after the death of Emperor Qitai, Chen Yicong never saw their courtiers again. He locked himself in Sanxi Hall and saw no one.

Times are getting tougher.

Now it's July, midsummer is over in a blink of an eye, and autumn is coming soon, but Sun Beiji has no way to force the boy who is curled up in Sanxi Hall and sees no one.

He and Zhang Shouzhong were the few people who knew what happened that night.

This incident was too appalling and heartbreaking.

Now three days have passed since the death of Emperor Qitai, and the body of Empress Zhen is still not in the coffin. In the scorching summer, the body has begun to emit a stench slowly, but Chen Yicong has always hugged his mother, not letting anyone get close .

He hasn't had any water or rice in these three days, no one knows how long the young man can survive.

And Sun Beiji, the Chief Assistant Minister of the Great Zhou, had to start to do one thing - he retrieved the files of all the vassal kings in the Great Zhou from the Records Department, and screened out the age-appropriate grandsons surnamed Chen .

The court cannot be without a king for a day, let alone in such a precarious age.

If Chen Yicong really can't handle this hurdle, he must find the next suitable prince as soon as possible.

When this matter was actually done, it was extremely cruel.

But Sun Beiji could only prepare for this matter by himself.

The cabinet will always have a second plan, and he can't be caught off guard by anything.

……

On the evening of the third day, it began to rain again in Pingjing.

The rain in this summer, just like the tears of people in this summer, is a bit too abundant.

Amidst the faint thunder, Zhen's body was finally lifted out of Chen Yicong's arms by the palace people - because of not drinking or eating for many days, the young man finally passed out on the ground due to exhaustion.

Zhang Shouzhong stayed by the prince's side all the time, so taking advantage of this time, he ordered someone to carry the prince back to the East Palace.

The palace people changed clothes for the drowsy Chen Yicong, leaned on him, and let him half sit up.

Under such circumstances, Chen Yicong drank less than half a bowl of rice soup—the young man was thirsty and hungry. He used to eat two or three bowls of white rice in one meal, but now he was suddenly cut off from water and food. It was almost an instinct to find a new diet. .

However, he was in a daze, drank too fast, accidentally choked, and then spit out everything directly.

Apart from the previous rice soup, there was nothing else in his stomach, and bursts of sour water burned his esophagus, painfully awakening Chen Yicong from the chaos of half-dream and half-awake.

However, no one could pat his back gently like his mother did.

He opened his eyes and saw a strange house. After thinking for a while, he realized that this was not his courtyard in Prince Gong's Mansion, but his East Palace.

(End of this chapter)