Jinwei joins hands in rebirth: villains can also eat at the table

Chapter 310 Crossbow End

"Your Majesty, this is all my fault. I hope Your Majesty will punish me severely."

In the side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Yongqi was kneeling straight down in the hall, his thin figure, his face as pale as paper, only his eyes were filled with guilt and panic, from time to time he looked at Yongqi who was lying on the bed, barely breathing.

Yongqi was already at the end of his strength, his cheeks were burning red, and weak moans escaped from his cracked lips from time to time. Looking at his appearance, it was obvious that his time was up and there was no way to save him.

Yongqi was filled with regret. He had never expected that his brother, who had treated him so well, would become so ill. It was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, and dull pain spread.

The emperor sat high up in the room, his brow furrowed, one hand resting heavily on his forehead, as if unable to bear the weight of the solemn atmosphere in the room. His brows knitted together, and his gaze never once met Yongqi's, as if the kneeling son before him were invisible.

The emperor kept his lips tightly closed and did not respond to Yongqi's words. The air pressure around him was extremely low. He just sat quietly with a stern expression, waiting for Doctor Bao to give Yongqi a detailed diagnosis.

Seeing that the emperor didn't say a word, the air around him seemed to be stagnant. Yongqi became more and more uneasy. His hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, and his fingertips turned white. He could only bury his head deeply, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, his back was stiff, and he maintained a kneeling posture, not daring to breathe.

He felt mixed emotions: fear of the Emperor, dread of Yongqi's impending death, and a bit of helplessness about himself. These things were so entangled and intertwined that he couldn't breathe.

When Yan Wan got the news and rushed over anxiously, Yongqi was still kneeling there like a clay sculpture or a wooden carving.

My knees were already sore and my legs were numb, but I didn't dare move at all.

"Your Majesty, how is Yongqi?"

As soon as Yan Wan entered the palace, she ran straight towards the emperor, staggering, her eyes slightly red, and her voice full of anxiety and helplessness.

"He came to my palace today to hold Yonglin. He seemed fine at that time. How come he died in just a short while..." When she said this, tears welled up in her eyes and her lower lip trembled slightly, revealing her confusion and helplessness.

His eyes went to the inner room and saw Yongqi lying lifeless on the couch. The tears he had originally pretended to show in a hurry, but now, wrapped in this solemn atmosphere, they seemed more real.

What a good child, what a pity.

Yanwan sighed inwardly, feeling regretful but helpless.

At this moment, the noise from the outer room disturbed Yongqi who was on his deathbed. He woke up slowly, and with difficulty, he forced a weak smile at the corners of his cracked lips and spoke with a weak breath.

"Father, your majesty, I am fine. It's such a beautiful spring day. Please don't be sad for me... Yongji,"

Having said this, he turned his head with great effort and looked at Yongji who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with comfort, "This is my own decision, it has nothing to do with you, please don't blame yourself too much..."

This weak yet composed voice instantly shattered the deathly silence in the room, waking everyone as if from a dream. The emperor was the first to rise, striding towards the bed. Yan Wan and the others also hurried forward, surrounding the bed in a tight circle. For a moment, sobs and words of comfort echoed throughout the room.

"Yongqi, how do you feel right now? Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

The emperor strode to the bedside in a flash. His usually stern and majestic face was now filled with panic and anxiety. His hands were trembling slightly. He wanted to touch Yongqi, but was afraid of hurting the sick child, so he could only hold them in mid-air.

His voice unconsciously rose, carrying an unquestionable determination.

"I will immediately issue an order to recruit famous doctors from all over the world. No matter how much manpower and material resources are spent, they will definitely cure your illness!"

Before he finished speaking, the emperor turned around abruptly, and his sharp gaze swept like a knife towards the imperial doctors who were kneeling trembling beside him. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his roar resounded throughout the Yangxin Palace.

"You imperial doctors! I normally provide you with good food and drink, but I spend so much money every year to support a bunch of useless people like you. Do I just want you to eat for nothing? You can't even cure Prince Rong's leg disease, and now you've let the condition worsen to this point. What use do I have for you!"

The emperor was so angry that he was shaking all over, the corners of his dragon robe rustling. He took two steps forward and kicked the nearest imperial physician hard.

"I raised you because I hoped you could save my life in a critical moment, not to see you helpless! I will chop off your heads today as a warning to others!"

Seeing Yongqi's face as pale as paper, his breath was weak, and he was breathing in less than out, the emperor's usually calm hands clenched and unclenched in panic, and his eyes turned slightly red. He was really panicked.

The emperor's own health had long since declined, and the situation in the court was turbulent. Among the many princes, Yongqi was the most outstanding one. He was quick-witted, good at riding and shooting, and had a gentle and generous temperament.

If Yongqi were to pass away, who would be entrusted with the management of this vast kingdom?

When the emperor thought of this, he felt as if his heart was hit by a heavy hammer. He was filled with sadness and fear. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, but he was completely unaware.

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself..."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

After the emperor finished speaking, he felt dizzy and almost stumbled and fell. Fortunately, Yan Wan was there to hold him steadily.

The imperial doctors knelt in unison before Yongqi's bed, fearing that the emperor would drag them all away to be buried with Yongqi.

"I am an unfilial son, Your Majesty. Please do not blame the imperial physicians. This is all my own decision, and I asked the doctors to keep it a secret. I am an unfilial son and cannot fulfill my filial duties in front of Your Majesty..."

Yongqi spoke frankly. He was extremely weak, his whole body was burning, and his face was red.

The original injuries on the legs became more serious. Many parts turned reddish-brown, and in severe cases even turned black. It was truly horrific.

Yan Wan couldn't bear to look over, fearing that she would vomit if she didn't.

"Your Majesty, I will ask the imperial physicians to speak to you now. Please speak to Yongqi..."

She raised her hand and looked at the emperor with a dejected look on his face, helping Yongqi out of the predicament.

The emperor nodded and sat down beside Yongqi's bed with the support of Yan Wan.

"Your Highness, thank you so much. Thank you so much for taking care of me over the years. I am so grateful..."

Yongqi looked at Yanwan with gratitude.

This elder always seemed to be so timely in helping him.

"Silly child, what is there to thank for? Just spend more time with your father. He loves you the most."

Yan Wan smiled and comforted him. She patted the emperor's shoulder and walked out of the inner room with several imperial doctors and Yongqi.

After everyone left, the emperor showed a hint of guilt on his face.

"Yongqi, why didn't you tell me earlier that these years..."

When his leg was first injured, he ignored him several times. Because he didn't know how to face his suspicion of his son, he found excuses to avoid him several times when he dragged his sick leg to the palace to pay his respects to him.

After returning from his southern tour, he felt that he was old and began to use his son again.

Now, seeing that he was about to lose his son, he began to feel distressed.

The emperor showed his true colors again. He did not cherish people when they were alive, but began to miss them after they were about to die.

This was true for Empress Fucha, Yonghuang, and even Yongqi in front of us.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to disappoint you, but it's a pity that I can no longer be by your side... Your Majesty, can I ask you for a favor?"

Tears overflowed from the corners of Yongqi's eyes, slid down the curve of his eyes, and finally disappeared on the pillow.

In his life, only when he was about to die could he truly feel the fatherly love from the emperor. In the past, he was always trembling with fear, and was determined to become a good person in order to gain the emperor's attention.

I always feel that the two of them are not like father and son, but a complete relationship between king and subject.

Today, I rarely feel that he is my father.

"Just tell me, as long as I can do it, I will do whatever you say."

The emperor vaguely guessed that he wanted to give instructions for what would happen after his death.