Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 567 The Emperor’s Lament (2)
Good day?not necessarily.

Now that he is able to be a regent, Yao Fushou's persuasion is one aspect, and the more important reason is that there is emptiness in the court, and at the time of employing people, it is estimated that the emperor is not at ease to let the power fall into the hands of outsiders, so Qin Wang got the opportunity.

Once the prince's injury is healed, or when the emperor chooses other more desirable princes, the role of King Qin will be gone, and the regent power is destined to be handed over.

At that time, will he be willing to hand over power?
Accustomed to the taste of power, how many people are willing to sit on the bench again?

Yun Wanqin heard Zheng Huaqiu comforting herself, didn't say much, just smiled lightly: "It's fine for others to say that. Aunt Zheng is so smart, but she shouldn't say such childish things. If he is the regent, his eyes will be all over the place." You have to keep an eye on him, and you can set an example for everything in the future, and you can’t refuse what you don’t want to do. I will also be restrained, maybe it’s not as good as before.”

That's true, Zheng Huaqiu nodded, but said: "No matter what, it's always a glorious and happy event. Also, let's not mention Qin Wang's side, the princess is about to leave this hellish place, and Mo Guiren went to Cining The palace reported the emperor's illness to the empress dowager, and asked you insinuatingly. What the empress dowager meant seemed to say that she wanted to pardon you during the family banquet, but it happened to be about the empress. After the queen's funeral, I will officially let you out of the palace."

Speaking of Empress Jiang, Yun Wanqin couldn't help asking: "How will the Emperor deal with the affairs of the Empress?"

Zheng Huaqiu responded: "Everyone is dead, and there is no formal conviction and trial. The slaves have seen the emperor's appearance these days, and they don't think much about pursuing responsibility after death. They still use the posthumous title of the queen to be buried in the royal cemetery. It's just that there is something wrong with me after all. The ostentation is kept simple and low-key. It is colder than the concubine's funeral. A few days ago, the slaves passed by the Fengzao Palace. There was no one outside, and there were no lights inside. It was deserted... ...just waiting to leave the palace tomorrow."

It's true, Jiang's death in front of the emperor was shocking, even if there were all sorts of faults... because once she died, it would be offset.

Not only offset.Presumably the emperor is still in a difficult mood at this moment.

The expression on the emperor's face when Jiang died by throwing a dagger, and the despair and grief when Miao Er forcibly helped her back... Yun Wanqin still remembers it vividly.

At that moment, she even felt that once Jiang Shi died, the emperor would not live long.

If a man has no feelings for a woman, he will never have such a strong reaction.

She believed that the emperor still had feelings for Jiang, and even had quite deep feelings.

It's just that this man is an emperor, and there are too many women around him, so in the eyes of a fan of flowers, he ignores his feelings for his wife.

In addition, Jiang Shi has always been calm on the surface, which makes him enjoy the love of other women and her obedience as a matter of course.

It wasn't until Jiang, who didn't know how to win the favor of her husband and son-in-law, chose the most decisive method, that she awakened the unconsciousness in the emperor's heart.

In this way, in the entire imperial palace right now, the person who suffers the most from Jiang's death is the emperor.

The two said a few words, it was getting late, even though Yun Wanqin was about to leave the palace, Jing Yi didn't dare to do anything about it, it might not be good if she stayed for a long time.

Zheng Huaqiu looked up at the sky outside the window, as the sun was setting, he took his leave and left Changqing Temple.

At the same time, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Emperor Ning Xi, who had just taken the medicine, pushed away the dinner for the second time.

Yao Fushou saw that the emperor's cheeks were sunken and bluish, and he was very anxious. Since the empress died, the emperor hadn't had a serious meal, so it would be good if he could barely take the medicine.

He exchanged a glance with Mo Guiren who was beside the bed, stepped forward to persuasion: "Your Majesty, have a bite."

"I told you that I don't want to eat." It's not that Emperor Ning Xi doesn't know he's hungry, it's that his chest seems to be blocked by something.

"Even if the emperor doesn't want to, just insist on taking two bites. If this continues, the body will collapse, even if the medicine is effective." Miao Er also said.

Emperor Ning Xi was agitated for a while, and with his hands, he knocked over the dishes, and the soup and vegetable leaves were muddy on the ground: "If you say you don't eat it, you don't eat it. The queen is dead. Do you even want me to die!"

As soon as these words came out, the frail man on the bed suddenly lost his temper, his eyes turned red, he lowered his head, his bony and bony back trembled slightly.

Miao'er and Yao Fushou quickly knelt down: "The emperor calm down."

Hearing light footsteps coming from outside the curtain, a slender figure walked in without comprehension: "Eunuch Yao, Mo Guiren, you clear up the dishes, go down first, I will talk to the emperor myself."

After two rounds of prestige, it was Concubine Helian who came uninvited.

Helianshi was dressed in sky blue and elegant palace attire, followed by Lan Ting and Qing Chan. As usual, he had a gentle demeanor, his eyes were slightly closed, and his speech was as low as dust.

The emperor recuperated in the Hall of Mental Cultivation again, and it was still the same as before. He issued an order not to allow people to come and visit casually. How could your concubine come here today?
Your concubine is considered an old man, with her enlightenment, the emperor might feel better.

Thinking about it, Yao Fushou didn't stop the concubine, he gave the nobleman a wink, hurriedly picked up the dishes, and went out first.

Emperor Ning Xi was immersed in grief, and didn't pay much attention. He raised his head after a while, and frowned: "What are you doing here? Did I pass you on? Yao Fushou, Yao Fushou, you dog slave, where are you going—"

Helianshi knelt down and said before he could finish speaking: "The emperor's condolences, if the empress sees you like this, the spirit in heaven will feel bad."

Emperor Ning Xi fell silent, unexpectedly she guessed his own thoughts.

Yao Fushou and the others only thought that it was because they killed Jiang Shi with their own hands, and they hadn't recovered from the shock, but she knew that it was because of sadness.

He didn't chase Helian away again, and sighed sadly: "Why is she feeling uncomfortable? It's me—" he swallowed the words again, "She hates me more or less."

Helian walked quietly to the side of the screen, took a thick cloak, put it on the emperor, adjusted the skirt of his clothes, and finally knelt down to put on his boots.

"What is your concubine doing?" Emperor Ning Xi was surprised.

"The empress will leave the palace before dawn tomorrow. I will accompany the emperor to see the empress. If I don't see the empress for the last time, the emperor will always have a knot in his heart." He Lian's voice was gentle and healing, unhurried , Like a mountain stream, passing through the emperor's dry and cracked heart in the past few days.

This proposal hit the emperor's heart.

Knowing that Jiang's funeral will be held tomorrow, Emperor Ning Xi has been restless and restless all day today.

Emperor Ning Xi's nose was sour, and he held Helian's hand: "Yuyan, I never expected that you would be the most considerate and delicate person when I was having the worst time."

He Lian raised her head and stared at the man in front of her, who was emaciated and emaciated.

This man has spoiled himself, treated him coldly, and then spoiled himself again. No matter what, seeing him like this is a bit sad.

(End of this chapter)