Chapter 31.2
These beauties had been terrified since the first day they entered the palace. On the one hand, they were afraid of this notorious tyrant, and on the other hand, they also remembered the training and teachings of the Yu Kingdom, and wanted to ascend to the rear position of the throne and contribute to their native land.
As known by all, Emperor Yuan’s harem was like a wholesale vegetable market. Those who give birth to imperial heirs, regardless of whether they were princes or princesses, could be promoted, but if one aspired to go higher, it’s impossible. In recent years, Emperor Yuan worked hard to govern, writing memorials until late at night every day, and almost never going to the harem, which also resulted in no newcomers being promoted in the harem. Anyway, Emperor Yuan never favored anyone alone. After a long time, like this, the elder sisters and younger sisters enjoyed themselves happily.
In addition, there were not many concubines, and the basic layout was the same as that of the previous dynasty. Therefore, in the situation where the rear position was vacant, these beauties who had no status and who had just been offered from the Yu Kingdom kept their eyes on that position.
Emperor Yuan left the palace last night and today was the Qingsi Festival. He had just got up in the morning and worked for more than an hour, during which no less than five beauties disturbed him. Some came with their own stewed soup pot to see him, some wore tulle, observing him, wanting to speak but dare not to, and some simply fell down to the side and pretended to be sick…….
Emperor Yuan was simply annoyed.
“Is it because Zhen has a good temper? If the old man sends his spoiled and beloved daughter, then Zhen will have no choice but to keep an eye on Yu Country and hit them next.”
He wrote the last stroke viciously, then suddenly realized that something was wrong, and immediately raised his eyes.
On the desk, the stack of memorials happened to have empty spaces in between, and a little bit of light and shadow leaked out.
The prince in white was simply standing there, with his black hair tied high and a calm face.
He was tall and slender, with a peaceful expression, like the full moon in autumn frost, and like looking at flowers through a thick fog.
The lingering and weaving cold incense wrapped around him, making him look like a phantom instead of a mortal.
Dead silence.
Emperor Yuan threw down his pen and said in astonishment, “You—”
Zong Luo raised his eyes in puzzlement.
His face became completely exposed in the projected bright light, and the abrupt inch white silk appeared frightening.
Clatter, clatter..
In an instant, all the stacked memorials on the table were swept away, and together with the table, it made a loud like earthquake noise, some of them continued rolling onto the ground, creating a squeaking monotonous sound.
Zong Luo subconsciously looked towards the place where the sound came from.
He only made half of this trivial movement, and then stopped abruptly.
Clothes rustled, footsteps moved from far to near, and the sound of the twelve bead strings hitting and colliding with each other was crisp and quick, hastily and was so close at hand.
Zong Luo appeared to have woken up from a dream, then bent forward and cupped his hands, showing a confused expression, “A servant brought me here just now, saying that someone wants to see me, but he didn’t say why…therefore, may I ask who you are……..?”
But before he could even finish his sentence, the next second, the white silk in front of him was roughly pulled down, causing severe pain.
The pupils that were usually shining like stars were now slack and lifeless. Although the brows and eyes were still warm and picturesque, they had lost their spirits.
It was said that the finishing touch, without the former agility, was like a pearl covered in dust, like a puppet without a soul, and forcibly turning into a walking corpse.
The white-clothed prince frowned explicitly, “His Excellency the Medical Sage exhorted that the silk should not be taken off until it is cured. Is this acceptable, Sir?”
The feeling of losing vision was very bad. Compared with pretending to be blind before, this time, he was really blind.
So much so that he couldn’t even see Emperor Yuan’s expression, as well as his movements at all, he could only use his voice to judge and adapt to the situation.
The huge quiet room became eerily quiet.
After being silent for too long, Zong Luo even wondered if the “Plan B” he prepared had been exposed, when he suddenly smelled a strong smell of a rusting iron.
Bit by bit, drops of warm liquid stained his cheeks, dripping down.
Zong Luo couldn’t control the sudden constriction of his pupils, and his fingertips tucked under his long sleeves trembled.
This is blood.
How could there be blood?
After a while, the whole scene suddenly became noisy.
Sounds of footsteps, clamor, creaking of the door, pushing and pulling……lingered in his ear.
“Your Majesty!”
“Your Majesty—”
“Your Majesty!”
The shadow guards appeared from the shadows, and the servants guarding the door rushed in.
The imperial guards drew their swords out of their scabbards in unison, trotted and quickly surrounded the entire quiet room, not letting anyone or even a fly to escape or enter.
Amidst the turbulent background sound, Emperor Yuan still stood on the spot, a large bloodstain was smeared on the chest of his dark imperial robe, with lips tightly pursed, looking like a silent statue.
The emperor did not issue an order, and none of the servants and guards who heard the news dared to act rashly.
In an instant, a person who had thought that there was an emergency and rushed into the quiet room without notice, immediately knelt down on the ground.
After a long time, Emperor Yuan slowly raised his hand.
His face was stiff and tired, and his fingers were covered with his own blood that he vomited.
The tyrant stared deeply at the young prince in white in front of him, and continued to raise his hand.
Just when everyone thought he was going to slap the Third Prince who had been lost but was found again, he suddenly lowered his hand weakly, as if he had aged many years in an instant, and fell down the next moment.
Yuan Jia raised his voice, “What are you waiting for, Imperial Physician Xuan!”
Zong Luo stood there straight and exhausted all his strength, before he clenched his fist and retracted the hand that failed to hold anything.
