nashuaworldcup Chapter 527 The Emperor's Death 2
Chapter 527 The Emperor's Death 2
Yongzheng felt as if there were millions of poisonous bees buzzing in his skull.
"Medicine...my medicine." His fingers trembled as he touched the gold-painted brocade box on the desk.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the box, An Lingrong's bare hand suddenly swept over and grasped the brocade box firmly in her palm.
"Is this what the Emperor is looking for?" She opened the box, took out a dark red pill, twisted it open, and sniffed it carefully. Suddenly, she smiled: "Snow lotus, ginseng, and...Five Stone Powder. Taoist Lou really put a lot of thought into this. But this medicine is poisonous. The Emperor cannot take it!"
Yongzheng watched with bloodshot eyes as her slender jade fingers loosened, and the pill that could suppress the poison in his body fell into the ice basin, leaving a brown mark in a short while.
"Poisonous woman, poisonous woman!"
Yongzheng was breathing heavily, his cloudy eyes bulged out, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.
Isn't that all?
An Lingrong frowned upon seeing this, and came to Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang, whispering, "Quick, add more fuel to the fire."
Zhen Huan understood and opened her red lips gently, "Your Majesty, I have a secret to tell you. Wen Yi is the child of Cao Qinmo and Nian Gengyao. Otherwise, why would the Empress and Concubine Hua allow Cao Qinmo to have a child? Concubine Duan treated Wen Yi as her own child because she had always admired Nian Gengyao."
Shen Meizhuang stepped forward at the right moment and said, "Your Majesty, I often stay in the Empress Dowager's palace and overheard a conversation between her and Zhu Xi. It turns out that the Fourteenth Master is the illegitimate son of the Empress Dowager and Longkodo. That's why you haven't been favored by her for so many years."
Just talk nonsense!
"Shut up!" Yongzheng struggled to get up, but he had no strength. His skinny fingers were tightly gripping the armrest, and his nails made a harsh sound as they scratched the golden dragon pattern.
Zhen Huan suddenly blinked and slowly took out a blank bright yellow imperial edict from the bookshelf.
"By the way, Your Majesty," she said in a voice as gentle as when she spoke to Yongzheng in the past, "I have specially prepared a surprise for you."
The scroll slowly unfolded, and Zhen Huan picked up the imperial brush on the table, writing as she spoke: "This is your 'handwritten' will, saying that you came to your senses before your death and felt deeply ashamed of your actions towards the Empress..."
Yongzheng's cloudy pupils suddenly constricted when he saw Zhen Huan's handwriting - it was exactly the same as his own.
"So," Zhen Huan gently placed the written edict in front of him, covering the other memorials, "after you pass away, the new emperor will follow the order and move Ulanara's coffin to the imperial mausoleum with the ceremony of the empress to be buried with you."
She suddenly leaned over and whispered in Yongzheng's ear, "The person you hate the most is going to die with you..."
After Zhen Huan finished speaking, she picked up the jade seal on the table and pressed it heavily on the "imperial edict".
"what--!"
A shrill scream pierced the hall. Yongzheng's hands tightly grasped his chest, and a strange warmth suddenly surged in his internal organs.
He subconsciously opened his mouth to speak, but was caught off guard by a puff of scarlet blood mist that spurted out.
The three of them looked at each other.
Zhen Huan stepped forward cautiously.
Yongzheng lay on his back on the dragon throne, his eyes wide open, his cloudy pupils fixed on the caisson ceiling. His chest rose and fell violently, but only outgoing air could be seen, not incoming. Veins bulged on his pale face, and his bony fingers clutched the hem of his dragon robe tightly, clearly unwilling to die.
An Lingrong stopped three steps in front of the imperial desk and slowly knelt on the ground.
"Your Majesty," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm, "You have served the people diligently throughout your life, working tirelessly day and night to govern the Qing Dynasty brilliantly. If the late emperor were still alive, he would surely be pleased."
Yongzheng's fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to clench something, but in the end he was powerless.
An Lingrong's voice gradually lowered, as if she were speaking to him, or perhaps to herself: "The people will remember your kindness, future generations will praise your wisdom, and in the history books of the future, you will be written prominently on this page."
The wind outside the hall howled, as if responding to her words.
The corner of Yongzheng's eye twitched slightly, and a turbid tear slowly slid down.
An Lingrong fell to the ground, resting her forehead on the backs of her folded hands, performing an unprecedented solemn kneeling ceremony.
This was the first time she knelt down sincerely since entering the palace.
"Your Majesty, please go with peace of mind!"
Yongzheng's chest heaved violently on the dragon throne for a moment, then he exhaled heavily. His tense fingers finally loosened and slowly dropped. His eyes, once sharp as an eagle, finally closed.
Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang looked at each other, then stepped forward and knelt down in front of the imperial desk. They bowed their heads, their foreheads touching the ground, and did not get up for a long time.
At this moment, it has nothing to do with grudges or calculations, it is just the final farewell to an emperor.
"The Emperor—has passed away—!"
The mournful sound of the announcement pierced the night sky of the Old Summer Palace. The rain that had fallen for three consecutive days suddenly stopped. In the sky where the dark clouds had dispersed, a crescent moon stared coldly at the world.
A dull bell sound came from the distance - this was the palace's funeral knell, which sounded in groups of nine, a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one times.