latelenovela Chapter 312 Go together
Chapter 312 Go together
At this moment, his mind and eyes were filled with only one thought, which was to be alone and quiet.
The surroundings were so quiet that only his heavy breathing could be heard. However, the silence did not last long. Jinzhong heard a slight movement inside and was startled. He quickly pushed the door open and saw the scene in front of him.
"Oh, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Jinzhong fell to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling.
"It's all my fault for not serving you well. Please sit still for now. I'll call the imperial physician..."
As he spoke, he stood up.
The emperor raised his hand to block the wound and said weakly, "It doesn't matter whether you look at this wound or not. The pain in my heart is the real killer."
Jinzhong didn't dare to delay, so he hurried forward and carefully helped the emperor up.
The emperor swayed for a moment, and after being helped back to his seat, he waved his hand with a dejected look on his face. "Jinzhong, let me be alone for a while. I've been wondering if I did something wrong to anger the heavens, so they cruelly took my child away..."
At this point, the emperor's voice was choked with sobs, and he slumped down in the dragon throne. He no longer had the aura of a king as before, but instead looked like an old man crushed by the sorrow of old age.
Only at this moment did the cold shackles of imperial power quietly peel off from him, allowing him to temporarily become a father who had lost his beloved son.
These lamentations were not so much spoken to others as to himself.
"Your Majesty, please don't be too sad."
Jinzhong leaned forward and comforted softly.
"This world is unpredictable, life and death are hard to predict, how can I blame you..."
He paused slightly, glanced at the food box on the table, and quickly added, "The Imperial Noble Consort is worried about you and sent someone to deliver some medicinal food. Your health is the most important thing right now, so please eat at least a little."
As a servant, I had to speak, so I could only choose some polite words to symbolically comfort him, and at the same time steer the topic elsewhere to distract the emperor from his sorrow.
The emperor looked listless, waved his hand, and said listlessly, "I really have no appetite. Let's put it aside for now."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head again, staring blankly at the puddle of water on the ground, as if he had lost his soul, with his heart and eyes filled with sadness for losing his child.
Seeing this, Jinzhong didn't dare to persuade them any further. He quickly beckoned to the eunuchs and whispered, "Hurry up and clean up these porcelain pieces and water stains on the floor. Don't disturb the emperor's peace."
After everyone had packed up, he tiptoed out of the hall, returning the silence to the emperor.
……
Yongji's thin figure was still kneeling straight in the side hall, like a lonely figure wrapped in frost, revealing endless loneliness.
Yan Wan had just finished giving the imperial physician instructions on all matters in an orderly manner when she turned around and saw his expression. She stepped forward lightly and spoke softly to comfort him.
"Yongji, please get up quickly. Your fifth brother has never blamed you. If he knew that you blame yourself so much, he would be even more worried and anxious."
The way he is acting, sooner or later he will follow the same path as his eldest and third brothers.
Several of the emperor's sons were forced to death in this way by him.
Very vicious.
Yongqi's body trembled slightly. He raised his eyes, which were red and filled with bitterness and dejection. He stammered, "Your Majesty, I feel like I was born to do everything wrong. Nothing I do will end well..."
Halfway through his words, his eyes unconsciously drifted towards the screen. The hazy figure reflected behind the screen was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard. For a moment, he was filled with grief, as if his heart was going to die along with it.
If I could exchange one life for another, it would be great to go to the underworld for my fifth brother.
In this way, the Emperor would not have to suffer the pain of losing his son; and I myself would be able to find relief from the endless self-blame and would not have to suffer in this world.
Anyway, he is not worried.
"This is not your fault, Yongji."
Yan Wan looked at Yongqiu who was becoming more and more depressed and tried to persuade him softly.
"Don't kneel anymore. This stone slab is cold and hard. If you kneel down and get hurt, your fifth brother will be worried and worried over there, and won't be able to rest in peace."
As she spoke, she raised her eyes and looked over the screen at Yongqi, who was surrounded by a group of female relatives and had a pale face. A trace of melancholy flashed across her eyes, and then she sighed softly, as soft as a mosquito.
"Forget it, let him go in peace. If you really have nowhere to go in the future, go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and keep an eye on it. At least you can find something to do to distract yourself."
"In the future, live like your brother. As long as you remember him, he is not gone."
After she finished speaking, Yan Wan straightened the corners of her clothes, concealed the sadness in her eyes, slowly stepped out of the palace door, walked hurriedly outside the palace, and began to prepare for the many matters concerning Yongqi's funeral.
The slender figure disappeared at the corner of the corridor, leaving only a solemn and silent atmosphere that lingered for a long time.
Yongqi stood there in a daze. When he came to his senses, she was no longer in his sight.
He gritted his teeth and looked inside, but finally listened to the advice and got up to go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
After kneeling for an entire afternoon, my knees were already worn out and swollen.
He limped along, supported by his servants. The setting sun cast a shadow on the red wall, wrapping him in shadow.
……
This is the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and it is considered unlucky for a dying person to stay here.
Besides, Yongqi is a prince who has already established a family and a residence, so he cannot die here.
Therefore, before Yongqi died, everyone carried him to Zhaoxiang Hall.
This was the residence of the concubines' families when they came to visit the palace. It was extremely shabby and the palace maids had cleaned it in a hurry. There was still a foul smell in the house.
Tian Yun'er felt as if the air around her had frozen. Her mind and eyes were filled with the dying Yongqi in front of her, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She never imagined that this day would come so unexpectedly.
The bitter tears burst out of her eyes, and she stared at Yongqi, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
Hai Lan watched from the side and knew that the person Yongqi cared about the most and couldn't let go of was Tian Yuner.
She bit her lip lightly, thought for a moment, and then found an excuse to send Fu Jin away calmly.
For a moment, the hall was so quiet that only the breathing sounds of the two people could be heard, which were faint but heart-wrenching.
"Don't cry..."
Yongqi pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and with the last bit of strength, he slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch Tian Yuner's tear-stained cheek.
His hands trembled slightly in the air, as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and every movement took all his strength.
"Smile, I always like the way you smile, your eyebrows and eyes are curved, it's so beautiful..."
His voice was hoarse and low, revealing endless weakness, yet full of doting and reluctance.
Upon hearing this, Tian Yun'er hurriedly raised her hand and wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve. Her fingertips hurriedly wiped across her cheek, leaving wet tear marks.
She tried her best to move the corners of her mouth and force a smile, but that smile was uglier than crying. The corners of her mouth twitched, full of bitterness and sadness.
"Your Majesty..."
Her lips trembled, and she managed to utter a few words, but it seemed as if she had used up all her strength.
"Don't abandon me..."
As he spoke, his eyes were dark and lifeless, revealing a sadness that penetrated deep into his bones, but in the blink of an eye, that sadness was replaced by a sense of determination.
If he left, she would never live alone.
Anyway, I am already seriously ill and my time is running out. Without him, the days ahead will be nothing but endless suffering. It is better to let him go. In the underworld, he will always be with me.
"Silly girl, life and death are determined by fate. Everyone will eventually have this experience, and no one can escape it..."
Yongqi was barely breathing, and it seemed as if he had used up all his strength to utter each word. The corners of his cracked lips curled up slightly, forcing out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"From now on, you have to take good care of my mother for me. Don't let her get dragged into the dirty affairs of this palace and get dragged into that muddy pool... Yun'er, I have failed you. From now on, I can no longer be by your side and protect you..."
Having said this, his eyes became red and hot tears quietly slid down his increasingly pale cheeks and dripped onto the pillow.
Yongqi looked at the person in front of him greedily, his eyes full of reluctance and attachment, but his body seemed to be pressed down by a heavy mountain, soft and powerless.
Even the action of raising his hand depended on Tian Yuner holding it tightly with both hands so that he could tremblingly touch her cheek.
When his fingertips lightly touched the warm face, he felt as if his whole body had fallen into an ice cellar, the cold penetrated his bones, and the physical and mental fatigue was like a surging tide, drowning him wave after wave. The sleepiness was like a fine net, wrapping him layer by layer, and he just wanted to fall into a deep sleep.
"Your Majesty..."
Tian Yuner burst into tears, choking and almost suffocating, her chest heaving violently, and she finally caught her breath.
"If there is an afterlife, we won't be born in this aristocratic mansion. We'll be the children of an ordinary family, living a simple life. By then, I will marry you and stay with you forever..."
"it is good……"
Yongqi moved the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and a glimmer of light seemed to flash in his eyes.
"In my next life, I must give birth to a daughter as clever and obedient as you, and watch her grow up..."
Her voice grew weaker, and her eyelids drooped uncontrollably as if a thousand pounds weighed on them: "Yun'er, I'm so tired..."
The words gradually fell silent, and the eyelids were almost closed, leaving only a narrow slit that revealed endless fatigue.
"Go to sleep, my lord."
Tian Yuner suppressed her grief and gently brushed away a few strands of hair from his forehead. Although her tone was gentle, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.
"Sleep peacefully. You've toiled and worked hard all your life. You're so tired..."
She bit her lower lip until the taste of blood spread on the tip of her tongue, and then she barely suppressed her surging cries.
Tian Yun'er just sat stiffly beside the bed, tightly grasping Yongqi's increasingly cold hands, staring at him without blinking, as if trying to retain the last bit of life in him with her eyes.
It was not until the chest stopped rising and falling, the breathing died away, and the face lost the last trace of blood color, turning into a pale and deathly stillness, that she seemed to wake up from a dream and slowly got up from the bed.
His legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground, but he managed to stand firm with determination.
Her body froze, and she slowly turned her head, staring blankly at Yongqi, who was already lifeless on the couch. That glance seemed to engrave his face deeply into her soul.
Everything around her suddenly became silent, time seemed to stand still, and only Yongqi's bloodless face remained fixed in her sight.
In a moment, Tian Yuner's eyes suddenly fixed, without any hesitation, her white hands quickly reached into her hair, pinched the silver hairpin with her fingertips, and pulled it out suddenly.
The hairpin shone coldly, just like her resolute heart at the moment.
"Your Majesty..."
She murmured, her voice trembling.
"Walk slowly, the road to the underworld is too cold. I'll accompany you..."
After she finished speaking, she clenched the silver hairpin tightly, exerted force on her hand, and the sharp tip of the hairpin stabbed straight into her chest!
In an instant, the chest seemed to be burned by fire, and a sharp pain like lightning shot through the body. Then, a large amount of bright red and hot blood spurted out, like a blooming red spider lily, sad and tragic.
Tian Yun'er used up her last bit of strength, and her soft body slowly leaned over and snuggled up to Yongqi, as if she was just taking an ordinary rest. The determination in her eyes slowly turned into tranquility, as if life and death were the fate of this life.
"Oh no! Hu Gege... Hu Gege has gone with the prince!"
Suddenly, a terrified shout was like a sharp blade cutting through the silence.
It turned out that the servant who was about to fetch water to wipe Yongqi's body dropped the basin.
bang-
There was a loud bang and water splashed everywhere. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the two bloody figures cuddling tightly on the bed with horror, his voice choking.
"Yongqi!"
"Your Majesty..."
Shouts erupted one after another in an instant, and the cries of the women were like a raging tide that broke through a dam, filling Zhaoxiang Hall in an instant.
The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it seemed to swallow up the entire palace. In the silence, only a single lamp flickered in the palace where the emperor was.
The emperor seemed to be nailed to the throne, with memorials spread out in front of him, piled up layer by layer. However, his eyes were empty as he stared blankly at the papers. The cinnabar on the tip of the brush in his hand had long since dried up, forming a dark block of color.
The sound of hurried and messy footsteps suddenly broke the silence, and Jinzhong stumbled into the hall.
He fell to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty, this servant deserves death. The prince, the prince is gone! Hu Gege...she also died with the prince!"
The emperor's body shook violently, and he subconsciously supported himself on the table with his hands and tried to stand up, but his legs went weak and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
The memorials that were originally neatly stacked on the table were scattered all over the floor.
"emperor!"
Jinzhong flew forward to support him, his brows furrowed, his face full of anxiety, and he called out carefully.
The emperor gripped the edge of the table tightly with one hand, his knuckles turning white, and the force was so great that it seemed as if he was going to crack the tabletop.
There was a buzzing sound in his head, and in an instant, everything was blank. The sharp tinnitus continued in his ears, making him almost deaf. He could not even hear Jinzhong's shouts.
After a long time, the emperor finally came back to his senses in the endless chaos.
He slowly stood up, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and ordered word by word: "Ms. Hu is deeply devoted and loyal. Since she is willing to follow Yongqi, she will be promoted to concubine. Let the two be buried in the same coffin, accompanying each other in life and death."
More than ten days later, Yongqi's luxurious golden coffin slowly set off and was solemnly sent to the mausoleum.
The sunlight was dim, the cold wind was howling, and the golden coffin finally came to rest, resting forever with his brothers.