nashuaworldcup Chapter 365 Blood Test 3
Chapter 365 Blood Test 3
In Jingren Palace.
Su Peisheng led the wet nurse holding the Seventh Prince into the hall.
The wet nurse bowed and saluted: "Hongzhou pays his respects to the Emperor!"
At this time, Hongzhou was sleeping soundly in his cradle, completely unaware of the tense atmosphere in the hall. His pink little face looked particularly cute in the candlelight, and his little mouth smacked his lips from time to time, as if he was having a sweet dream.
Huichun, a maid in Jingren Palace, held a tray on a low stool, which contained a bowl of water and a silver needle.
Yongzheng didn't say anything, just raised his chin slightly.
Prince Guo stepped forward, picked up the silver needle, and then stopped again, pleading, "Brother Emperor, please reconsider. I don't regret dying, but I'm afraid that Concubine Xi will be heartbroken by the blood test, creating a rift between you and me, and then there's the Seventh Prince..."
Yongzheng interrupted him coldly: "This is not something you should consider!"
Faced with Yongzheng's tough attitude, Prince Guo had no choice but to raise the silver needle in his hand and prick his finger. In an instant, bright red blood beads gushed out like red beans, and with a crisp "tick", they fell into the bowl and quickly spread in the clear water.
The wet nurse carefully held Hongzhou tightly and untied the swaddling clothes, revealing his pink little feet.
Su Peisheng hesitated: "Your Majesty, Seventh Prince..."
An Lingrong stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, if you take this action, even if you confirm that Hongzhou is your biological son, you will be criticized by the world in the future. He is a child whose bloodline you have doubted. How can Hongzhou gain a foothold in the future?"
Yongzheng said: "He is my son. I will arrange everything for him. You don't need to worry."
After saying that, he waved his hand to signal Su Peisheng to continue.
An Lingrong lowered her head and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Lao Deng, I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. After today's blood test, it will be clear that Zhen Huan no longer has any feelings for you."
Zhen Huan still had a sad expression on her face, but the coldness that flashed across her eyes was keenly caught by An Lingrong.
She came and stood beside Zhen Huan, giving her silent support.
Su Peisheng stepped forward and picked up the silver needle. Although he tried to be as gentle as possible, the moment the needle pierced Hongzhou, he immediately cried out "wow".
Zhen Huan's heart suddenly felt like it was being grabbed by an invisible giant hand. Her eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She turned her head and buried her head in An Lingrong's arms, seeking a little comfort.
After Hongzhou's blood was squeezed into the bowl, Yongzheng slowly stood up, his dragon robe swaying, and with an invisible majesty, he walked step by step to the low stool and leaned over to look carefully.
In an instant, Yongzheng's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his chest heaved violently. The string of beads he had been holding in his hand was thrown to the ground with a loud "crash". The string of beads shattered into pieces, and the round beads splashed everywhere, rolling on the ground, making a crisp yet messy sound.
Seeing this, the concubines could no longer suppress their curiosity and involuntarily stretched their necks to look.
Two drops of bright red blood slowly blended together in the water, as if they were meant to be one, without any repulsion.
Everyone looked at Yongzheng, and a green hat appeared on his head, exuding the passionate glow of youth.
The Queen shouted sternly, "How dare you, Zhen Huan, kneel down!"
An Lingrong kept holding Zhen Huan's hand and exerted a little force.
Zhen Huan straightened her back and slowly stood up. Her face showed no fear and her voice was resounding: "I have done nothing wrong. Why should I kneel?"
The Queen was enraged by Zhen Huan's unyielding attitude, her face livid. She pointed a trembling finger at the bowl of water and shouted, "Those whose blood is mixed are relatives. This is irrefutable evidence. What else can you refute? Come, strip her of her imperial concubine's clothes, banish her to the cold palace, and throw her in with this evil creature."
"Who dares!"
Zhen Huan roared angrily, her voice like thunder exploding out of the blue, instantly frightening everyone present. Even the usually majestic queen was frightened by the aura emanating from her and involuntarily took a step back.
Yongzheng's chest heaved violently. He walked to Zhen Huan, slowly raised his hand, and pinched her chin hard, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush her chin.
Seeing this, Feng Ruozhao subconsciously stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pull the corner of Yongzheng's clothes, his eyes full of pleading: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Yongzheng raised his arm and pushed her hard.
Feng Ruozhao was caught off guard and lost his balance in an instant, falling backwards to the ground with a dull thud.
Yongzheng didn't even look at her, still holding Zhen Huan's chin tightly, forcing her to look at him, his eyes burning with anger, and he said through gritted teeth: "I have treated you well, why do you treat me like this?"
As he spoke, he used his arm to push Zhen Huan's face away: "You disappoint me so much, see for yourself!"
The force of this push was so great that Zhen Huan staggered and was about to fall. An Lingrong was quick-witted and rushed forward, holding her arms firmly with both hands and holding her up.
The two looked at each other, An Lingrong's lips slightly opened and closed, and she mouthed two words silently: "Don't be afraid!"
Zhen Huan understood what she meant, calmed down, endured the pain on her face, and moved closer to look at the water.
After a moment, she murmured, "There must be something wrong with this water, Your Majesty, there is something wrong with this water."
Hearing these words, the queen at the top of the table began to breathe heavily, no longer as fierce as before.
Zhen Huan picked up a silver needle, pricked her finger and let a drop of blood drip into it.
This drop of blood quickly merged with the other two drops of blood.
Her eyes sparkled, "Your Majesty, there's something wrong with this water. Any drop of blood in it will dissolve."
When Jinxi also dripped a drop of blood, it completely confirmed Zhen Huan's statement.
The hall suddenly became abuzz. Yongzheng could no longer sit still and quickly walked over to the low stool to look at what was happening. The anger on his face faded away, replaced by a relaxed and happy expression. "What's going on?"
Prince Guo thought for a moment and said anxiously, "Brother, there are records in ancient books that if white sails are added to water, the blood of people can be mixed even if they are not blood relatives."
Su Peisheng stepped forward, dipped his finger in some water, put it in his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, this water does taste a bit sour."
Hearing this, Yongzheng's anger instantly subsided. He shifted his gaze from Zhen Huan to the Empress, his brows furrowed. His voice was low and commanding, "To ensure fairness, the Empress personally prepared the water."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were focused on the queen.
Seeing the truth begin to be exposed, the Queen's face first flashed with a subtle regret, and then her expression became serious: "The water prepared by this concubine is absolutely correct."
Yongzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as a torch, and said meaningfully, "I remember that you have always been quite knowledgeable in medicine."
The Queen immediately retorted, "If I were to resort to such tactics, I would be discovered at the slightest mistake. Wouldn't that be too risky? I'm not that foolish."