Ji Mountain, the main hall of the mausoleum.
It was already five in the evening. The entire forest was so quiet that even the sound of birds flying could be heard.
This place was indeed blessed with good Fengshui.
At this moment, Qi Zhen Emperor was in the main hall, personally copying the sacrificial rites for this year's annual ceremony. There were a total of 99 copies, all personally copied by him.
There were guards outside and inside the hall.
As it was night time, there were many candles lit in the hall. The candlelight flickered, and the occasional gust of wind blew in and extinguished one or two.
His hands were already numb from copying, but he refused to stop. Ninety-nine copies of the sacrificial rites, every year, not one less!
At this moment, Zhang Quan brought in a bowl of ginseng soup and set it aside.
"Your Majesty, rest for a while."
Qi Zhen Emperor didn't even raise his head. "We haven't finished."
Sigh …
Zhang Quan bowed and glanced at him. "Actually, Your Majesty doesn't have to copy the rites yourself. You can just hand them over to the Imperial Clan Temple."
Isn't this just asking for trouble?
However, the Qizhen Emperor said, "The annual sacrifice is to honor the ancestors of our Great Lin and cannot be sloppy. Naturally, We have to make a copy myself. If we hand it over to the Imperial Clan Temple, what would we do if there are any mistakes? We feel more at ease copying it myself. "
"Even so, Your Majesty should drink the ginseng soup. The cold air in Ji Mountain is heavy. You must not catch a cold."
Zhang Quan brought the ginseng soup over and scooped a bowl.
Qi Zhen Emperor didn't stop writing. He frowned impatiently. "Leave first. Don't disturb us."
"Your Majesty …"
"Leave."
Zhang Quan hesitated and prepared to leave.
Qi Zhen Emperor said again, "Take the soup away."
"Yes."
He had no choice but to leave silently with the ginseng soup.
However, just as he left, a monk came over.
He stood at the door. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Qi Zhen Emperor didn't stop writing. He didn't look up. "What's the matter?"
"This monk is here to deliver some scriptures to Your Majesty on behalf of the abbot."
Scriptures?
Qi Zhen Emperor's hand paused for a moment before he immediately wrote again. He didn't even lift his eyelids as he said, "Then show them to us."
"Yes."
The monk came in and placed the scriptures on the table. Noticing that the surroundings were dim, Qi Zhen Emperor seemed to be struggling to copy the funeral oration. He said, "This poor monk will bring a candlestick for His Majesty."
"Yes."
The monk took a candlestick and passed it to him. However, because the candlestick was tilted, the wax on it dripped off.
It landed on the back of Qi Zhen Emperor's hand.
"Ugh!"
The back of his hand hurt.
The wax was like fire, it seeped into his skin, and he felt a sudden pain.
What a heart-wrenching pain!
When the monk saw this, he quickly put the candlestick to the side, bowed and retreated. He put his palms together and said, "This poor monk did not mean it. I hope Your Majesty can forgive me."
Qi Zhen Emperor did not take it to heart. He put down his brush and raised his head to scrutinize the visitor.
The monk's head was lowered and his bald head was facing him. Even so, he could still see the scar on the monk's face. The scar was extremely terrifying. If one was not mentally prepared, they would probably avoid looking at it.
However, Qi Zhen Emperor did not show any disdain. "No matter, Master's actions were unintentional. We naturally will not blame you."
"Thank you, your majesty."
"If there's nothing else, you can leave."
"Yes."
When the monk retreated, he secretly glanced at Qi Zhen Emperor.
After the monk left, Qi Zhen Emperor frowned slightly. He looked at the scripture in his hand and rubbed the back of his hand that was dripped with wax. Something was wrong.
Was it that monk's fault?
He felt uneasy, but he had not finished writing the funeral oration. He did not think too much about it and continued to copy it.
After the Imperial Duke walked out of the hall, his originally respectful face suddenly darkened as he turned around.
He looked into the hall through the carved window and sneered.
"Imperial Brother, oh, Imperial Brother. In the end, you still don't recognize me."
His voice echoed in the night sky, chilling one's heart.
After he left, he went to Jing Xian's room.
The two sat opposite each other.
A pot of tea was placed between them.
Jing Xian loved to brew tea. This hobby had never changed, and the tea he brewed was very tasty.
"Everything is ready. After tomorrow, this world will be yours," the Imperial Duke said.
Jing Xian smiled faintly. "I hope so."
The two drank tea instead of wine.
Jing Xian suddenly said, "There's one more thing."
"What is it?"
Jing Xian handed him a letter and said, "This is a message from Lord Liu from the capital. It says that Prince Rong is planning to escape from prison. He has already executed Jing Rong outside the Ministry of Justice's prison according to this prince's orders!"
Jing Rong is dead!
Is he really dead?
This is great news!
The Imperial Duke read the letter and was overjoyed. He immediately raised his teacup and toasted Jing Xian. "It seems that the matter has been settled. As soon as the Emperor dies tomorrow, you will immediately ascend the throne."
No one could say no in the face of power!
Jing Xian drank the cup of tea, but his face was gloomy and full of thoughts.
"What? You can't bear to do it? "The Imperial Duke narrowed his eyes.
Jing Xian got up and slowly walked to the open window. Gazing out at the snow-covered night, his dark eyes seemed bottomless. He said, "Jing Rong and I are brothers, and we have had a good relationship since we were young. Although I used him to get rid of Jing Yi for me and borrowed his power to enter the court, I never thought that I would …"
I would kill him! I knew that he didn't want the throne and that he would definitely hand it over to me, but I still wanted to kill him. I wouldn't stop until he was dead. Was this right? Or was it wrong? "
"He's already dead, there's no point in saying all this." The Imperial Duke's eyes were fierce as he continued, "Since ancient times, the struggle between emperors has always been one of life and death. You didn't do anything wrong because if you didn't kill him, he would have killed you. At this moment, you can't turn back."
Yes!
There's no turning back.
Jing Rong took a deep breath as he recalled Mo Ruo's words.
"The nestling returns to the forest has always been fated."
"The nestling returns to the forest, is it really fated?" He muttered.
The Imperial Duke walked to his side. "All these years, have you always wanted to seek justice for your Imperial Mother? The sky will brighten in a few hours, and you will soon obtain everything you want. "
Jing Xian nodded.
"Don't think too much about it. I'll leave first to avoid being discovered."
"Mm."
The Imperial Duke was about to leave when Jing Xian called him back.
"Imperial Uncle."
"What is it?"
Jing Xian was silent for a moment, then asked seriously, "Did you hide anything from me that year?"
Ah!
The Imperial Duke clenched his fists, but his expression didn't change. He replied in a flat tone, "I've already told you everything that year, so of course I won't hide anything from you."
Sincere!
Jing Xian nodded lightly. "Alright, I understand."
The Imperial Duke didn't stay any longer and quietly left.
Jing Xian stood in front of the window for a long time.
He seemed to be thinking!
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