Qi Zhen Emperor pushed away the eunuch holding the umbrella and walked towards Jing Rong, step by step, in the thick snow.
Invisibly, a sense of oppression accompanied by a gust of cold wind engulfed Jing Rong.
But he refused to retreat even half a step!
In the next moment, Qi Zhen Emperor reached out and grabbed the back of Jing Rong's neck, forcefully pulling him forward.
Jing Rong was forced to lean forward by the pressure on his neck.
The distance between the father and son was very close. Qi Zhen Emperor's eyes were ice-cold. He suppressed his voice and said, "Do you know that the only person I entrust my hopes to now is you? You are my son, the future Emperor of Great Lin. In your heart, you should be thinking about the rise and fall of the world, the glory of the country's victory or defeat. What you hold in your hands is the country, not Jing Hua and Jing Yi.
You are learning from Jing Hua and Jing Yi to rebel against us and force us to do so. You understand us and understand us. If you continue to be stubborn, we will replace you and depose you! "
Ah!
Jing Rong's expression did not change. He stared at the cold and sharp gaze.
Qi Zhen Emperor tightened his grip on the back of his neck and asked, "So, you want to rule the world? Or do you want to continue investigating the 'Lin Capital Case'? "
With that, he released Jing Rong.
On one side was the throne, and on the other was the truth.
Two choices!
However, Jing Rong's cold face showed no hesitation. He lifted his robe and knelt on the ground.
"I beseech Imperial Father to open the coffin."
He knelt on the snow. The cold penetrated through the thick cloth and slowly spread to his body.
Facing such a stubborn Jing Rong, Qi Zhen Emperor took a step back. He was so angry that his chest hurt. He seemed to be mad, but he also laughed, his eyes full of disappointment.
"Good, good, we really raised a good son! Jing Hua was like this, Jing Yi was like this, and now you are also like this. "
His voice echoed in the cold air, as cold as a thin knife.
After saying this, Qi Zhen Emperor turned and left.
Jing Rong continued to kneel on the snow. He straightened his back, hoping that his Imperial Father would nod and agree to his request.
But —
No!
The snow became heavier and heavier, turning his blue hair white. The snowflakes swirled in the air, obscuring his vision and chilling his heart.
Qi Zhen Emperor returned to Fuyang Hall and smashed everything in the hall. The cauldron on the table was swept away by him and rolled to the ground, scattering the ashes inside.
A layer of gray dust was kicked up.
Qi Zhen Emperor was heartbroken. "The Imperial Duke was like this back then, and Jing Rong is the same today. They are all trying to force us to rebel against us."
His voice reverberated.
There was a tinge of sadness in his voice.
When Zhang Quan saw this, he stepped forward and advised, "Your Majesty, you mustn't harm your body."
"Injury?" He sneered and looked at Zhang Quan. "Tell me, what should I do to let this matter pass?"
Helpless!
Zhang Quan hung his head. "As long as Prince Rong stops investigating, this matter will pass."
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have handed this case to him. Now, in order to uncover the truth of the past, he would rather give up his kingdom." He frowned again. "Could it be that the Imperial Duke is still alive?"
Zhang Quan replied, "Your Majesty, don't think too much. If the Imperial Duke is still alive, why would he not show up for the past fifteen years? Even if he is still alive, he is no threat to Your Majesty. Moreover, Your Majesty is doing this for the sake of the kingdom and the common people. You have no other choice. "
For the sake of the kingdom?
For the sake of the common people?
What was the real truth?
About an hour later, a eunuch came to report.
"Your Majesty, Prince Rong is still kneeling in the Imperial Garden."
Qi Zhen Emperor looked outside through the open window. The snow was still falling and the cold wind was howling. An ordinary person would shiver from standing in such weather for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, let alone kneeling for an hour.
"As expected of my son, he is equally stubborn!"
The eunuch asked, "Then, Your Majesty, do you need someone to …" drag Prince Rong back to the palace?
Before he could finish, Qi Zhen Emperor interrupted him.
"Let him be."
Let him be?
The eunuch did not dare to say anything else and retreated.
Qi Zhen Emperor propped his forehead with his hand. His temples were throbbing.
That day, Jing Rong's stubbornness forced him to kneel for an entire day.
The eunuch placed a heater on the side for him to prevent him from freezing into an ice cube.
The wind and snow did not stop. Just as he was about to collapse, a pair of shoes fell in front of him.
It was a woman's shoes!
The shoes were not of high quality. They were made of coarse cloth and looked ordinary. However, there was a pair of exquisite cranes embroidered on them.
They were lifelike.
Ji Yunshu held an umbrella over Jing Rong's head. She looked down at the stubborn man kneeling on the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes.
She squatted down and looked at him at eye level. Her heart ached for him and she reached out to hold his ice-cold cheek.
It was too cold!
She could not help but cry.
Jing Rong looked at her weakly with his slightly lowered eyes. A smile gradually appeared on his lips.
"I'm fine." His voice was weak and hoarse.
She gently wiped the snow off his head and shoulders and hugged him with her slender arms.
She tried to warm him up.
She choked out, "Let's go back."
The man's ice-cold body trembled violently in her arms. He parted his slightly cracked lips and said word by word, "I hope that we are wrong. I hope that person … isn't him!"
His voice trembled, mixed with pain.
Ji Yunshu understood his feelings.
That kind of understanding was empathizing with him.
She could only hug this man tightly and warm his ice-cold heart.
But …
He still fell ill.
He collapsed in her arms.
"Jing Rong? Jing Rong? "She called his name in his ear.
Jing Rong's heavy body pressed on her shoulders and chest.
He lost consciousness.
The umbrella in her hand fell at that moment. In an instant, the sky full of snow fell like kapok, covering the two of them.
Finally, the palace servants carried Jing Rong out of the palace and sent him back to the Rong Estate.
Mo Ruo immediately rushed over when he heard the news. Seeing Jing Rong's frozen body, he was worried and cursed, "This stone is too big. His brain is full of stones. He knew that the weather was so cold, but he still knelt in the snow for so long. Is he tired of living?"
Ji Yunshu sat on the edge of the bed and kept rubbing Jing Rong's hands.
The room was quickly filled with stoves, quilts were added one after another, and hot towels were changed one after another.
Finally, his body was warmed up and he was no longer in danger.
Ji Yunshu stayed by his bedside, unwilling to leave.
She touched Jing Rong's face, which was gradually regaining color, and tears fell down. "Why can't we stop? Why? I shouldn't have agreed to let you go to the capital from the beginning. If not, you and I wouldn't be in such a dilemma today. On one side is your Imperial Father, and on the other side is the truth about the Imperial Duke. It concerns the imperial family, Wei Yi, and the old members of the Imperial Duke.
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