Would You Like to Have a Drink

After Gongsun You finished saying this sentence, in the warm and quiet sleeping hall, Zong Luo’s figure almost faltered in an instant.

 

Because the lord’s face was too pale, Gongsun You was greatly shocked, “Your Highness!”

 

He hurriedly wanted to squat down to pick up those chess pieces, but Zong Luo stopped him. “No need.”

 

“Then should I call the imperial physician?”

 

“No need either.”

 

Zong Luo’s lips trembled, and the hand hidden under his long sleeve clenched into a fist. “You just need to sit down, and then tell me everything you dreamed of.”

 

Having no choice, Gongsun You could only do as told.

 

After he briefly explained in a few words, when he looked back, the prince in white was much better than before.

 

Seeing that the lord was better, Gongsun You also breathed a sigh of relief, and was able to say more about his speculations about the dream.

 

First of all, it was about the joint hands of several princes.

 

“Without a doubt, the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth princes all participated in this matter, and the King of Beining also participated, but he himself may not fully know the plan.”

 

This dream was too detailed.

 

A too detailed dream was not a good thing, Gongsun You had heard of prophetic dreams. Moreover, the dream was after the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony was held, and the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony in reality was just set at the turn of summer and autumn, implying the future.

 

Whether it was his inexplicable concern in his heart, or the content in the dream, it was necessary to report to the lord in detail once.

 

“In the dream, I am not purely on the side of the Sixth prince, but should belong to the same camp as Ye Linghan.” Gongsun You recalled his confrontation with the King of Beining at the Baijia Banquet last time, and very reluctantly admitted that the person he was loyal to in the dream was probably that highness with a bit of a big illness in his brain.

 

What kind of vision is this?

 

“I should know what is in the red box, and may even participate personally. If it is according to what the inner servant said, no one can open the red box except for Emperor Yuan, then there is no doubt that the imperial edict inside can be forged by several princes together. It’s a pity that I can’t remember the content behind it.”

 

This was purely conjectured by Gongsun You based on the fragments of the dream later.

 

After listening, Zong Luo’s expression was much better.

 

He nodded. “I see.”

 

Now that all the situations have been reported to the lord, and it was now late at night, Gongsun You had no reason to continue staying here.

 

He looked at the prince in white standing in front of the chessboard with a worried look, squatted down to pick up all the chess pieces made of cold stone and warm jade, and put them one by one into the chess basket. “These are just dreams of this subject, my Lord, don’t worry too much, just listen to it as a story.”

 

“Sorry for disturbing you late at night. My Lord must rest well, this subject will take his leave first.”

 

Although Gongsun You didn’t know why the lord would lose his composure after hearing that he had a dream, as a subject, the first rule was not to try to probe or spy on any secrets of the lord.

 

Zong Luo nodded, put on his robe, and personally sent Gongsun You to the palace gate.

 

It was only after the other party hurriedly left that he slowly returned to the sleeping chamber.

 

It was undeniable that Gongsun You’s first sentence, saying that three princes joined hands to forge the imperial edict, did indeed bring him an extraordinary shock.

 

Fortunately, most of the things said later were Gongsun You’s speculations, not what he saw with his own eyes, and Zong Luo calmed down.

 

He didn’t know, before this, Zong Luo had doubted the authenticity of the imperial edict.

 

After all, he was a book transmigrator, although he did not specialize in history, he also knew that there was such a prince who was unlucky and miserable in history and died under a forged imperial edict. This person did not ask a question and directly committed suicide by drawing his sword.

 

No matter what, Zong Luo was not so confused as to this extent.

 

In his previous life, he had confirmed the imperial edict under the city many times, and from the handwriting to the jade seal, it was precisely because he recognized that it came from the hands of Emperor Yuan, that he was heartbroken.

 

Until now, Zong Luo still believed that the imperial edict was absolutely impossible to forge.

 

Great Yuan indeed had the rules of the red box. Every year, the Emperor of Great Yuan needed to put an imperial edict in the court, which was jointly supervised by the seal-holding eunuch and the pen-holding eunuch, in case of need.

 

The Emperor Yuan did not designate a crown prince, and it was obvious that he could not have expected that he would have a sudden illness, but the rules of the red box have always been in use.

 

Not to mention, forging the imperial edict was a great sin. The most important thing was that the handwriting of the Emperor Yuan was assisted by internal force, the result of thousands of times tempering, and it was not something ordinary people could imitate at will.

 

But Gongsun You’s dream was by no means fake.

 

At least Zong Luo did not expect that his death in his previous life was the result of all parties getting involved.

 

Although he was already prepared, he couldn’t help but feel cold at the bottom of his heart.

 

First, Zong Yuanwu’s rebellion was suppressed, and the old general sent death soldiers to intercept halfway. Then the Sixth Prince opened the door of convenience, and the Fourth Prince contacted the two inner servants. Everything showed that this layout was much larger than he imagined.

 

Going around and around, looking back, the answer still falls on the imperial edict.

 

But if Gongsun You was clearly involved, the possibility becomes even greater.

 

After all, Gong Sunyou holds the puppet technique in his hands.

 

Although the puppet technique cannot work on people with high internal strength and firm will, if Emperor Yuan suddenly falls ill, then taking advantage to invade while he is weak, it’s hard to say.

 

The fact that several princes joined hands at least made Zong Luo clear that Imperial Censor Xue was definitely the first person they dealt with. The secret letter from the border was true, and it was very likely that the secret letter he received outside the city was fake.

 

The most important thing was that from the time he received the news at the border to the foot of the Imperial City, Emperor Yuan was in a deep coma and did not wake up.

 

For Zong Luo, regardless of whether the imperial edict was true or not, knowing this matter had the greatest impact on him.

 

Did Emperor Yuan know or not? Is the imperial edict really as he guessed?

 

Everything seems clear, but it seems to be covered with a bigger fog.

 

The end of Gongsun You’s dream was a burst of severe pain. Combined with Yu Beizhou’s previous statement that he killed all the people who knew about it, it was not difficult to guess the final outcome of these people in their previous lives.

 

No wonder Yu Beizhou accomplished a task with ease, teasing with confidence and fearlessness in every possible way.

 

In the end, if he wanted to find out the truth, Zong Luo could only get the answer from his mouth.

 

Everything had returned to its original point.

 

Zong Luo didn’t feel sleepy at all, and now he was even more awake. He sat in front of the book desk wrapped in a blanket until morning.

 

After dawn, he finished his breakfast, drank his medicine, and then ordered his servants to bring him a crane cloak.

 

“Your Highness, are you going out?” The imperial physician saw it and didn’t forget to remind him. “If you go out, please make sure to wear more. If you come back and the cold is heavier, it’s not easy for this minister to report to His Majesty.”

 

Zong Luo felt a bit sour in his heart. “Okay, I’ll be back soon.”

 

The servants prepared horses and carriages for him, carefully put on the charcoal basin, and made the carriage warm before driving out Yuchun Palace.

 

“Go to Prime Minister Pei’s Mansion.” Zong Luo held the heater and bent over to get inside the carriage.