Ji Yunshu felt remorseful.
"I'm sorry."
Wei Yi turned to look at her. "Why are you telling me this?"
"If it weren't for me, Uncle and Aunt Wei wouldn't have died."
Wei Yi smiled. "Do you think I hate you?"
'Am I wrong?'
She stared at him, trying to find a trace of relief from his expression. Wei Yi didn't let her down. There wasn't a trace of hatred on his face.
He solemnly told her, "Shu 'er, I don't hate you. Not in the past, not now, and definitely not in the future."
Extremely serious!
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.
Wei Yi immediately stood in front of her.
The tall and short figures overlapped under the illumination of the light.
One lowered his head, while the other raised his head.
Their eyes met.
Snowflakes fell and fell on Ji Yunshu's forehead.
Wei Yi reached out to brush it away, but the moment his fingers touched her forehead …
She tilted her head to avoid it!
Wei Yi's hand froze in mid-air. The cold wind blew on his well-defined fingers and froze them like ice.
He looked down at the woman in front of him, his eyes wet.
The deeper the love, the more pain the heart aches!
"Are you afraid of me?"
'Huh?'
Ji Yunshu suddenly raised her head and met his sad gaze. She hurriedly said, "No."
"Then, why are you avoiding me?"
It wasn't that she wanted to avoid him, but the feeling made her flustered. She was afraid that she would unknowingly fall into Wei Yi's clean and warm gaze.
At this moment, she didn't know what to say.
The corners of Wei Yi's lips gradually curved into a relieved smile.
"I sincerely wish you and Jing Rong the best."
"Wei Yi."
"I've always said that I will protect you, but I can't do it. You are the safest when he is by your side. Shu 'er, I wish you both the best." He earnestly said.
Ji Yunshu's eyes were moist. She was extremely touched.
They looked at each other and smiled.
Suddenly …
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
The sound of a bell came from the direction of the palace, echoing in the capital on New Year's Eve.
Soon, a message arrived at the Rong Estate.
"The palace is in an emergency!"
…
Outside Fuyang Hall in the palace.
By the time Jing Rong arrived with Ji Yunshu and Wei Yi, there was already a crowd of ministers waiting outside.
Seeing him coming, the crowd dispersed to the sides.
He walked to the door of the hall.
Zhang Quan said, "Prince Rong, His Majesty wants to see you."
He hurried inside.
In the hall, several imperial physicians stood in front of the bed, sighing with their heads down.
On the bed, Qi Zhen Emperor's face was deathly pale. His body was emaciated and his cheekbones were protruding. His pair of empty eyes were so deep in their sockets that they looked exhausted and listless as he stared at the gauze curtain above his head.
It had only been a few days, yet he had become like this!
Jing Rong walked to the bedside.
He called out, "Imperial Father."
Hearing this, Qi Zhen Emperor sighed softly before turning his eyes to look at him and opening his mouth.
"Jing Rong."
"Your son is here."
At that moment, Qi Zhen Emperor's eyes suddenly reddened. His pale lips trembled as he asked, "You … you hate Us?"
Hate!
Of course I hate him!
This was not the first time he had asked this question.
Jing Rong lowered his gaze. "This son doesn't dare."
Today, he was still that obedient, sensible, and obedient son who had never resisted. Qi Zhen Emperor cried, "In this lifetime, we have sat on the throne for twenty-one years. We have recovered our territory, quelled chaos, and brought prosperity to Great Lin. But … we have also done too many foolish things. Back then, even if we could not bear to do it, your Imperial Mother … would not have died. Everything that happened today would not have happened.
Life, we were wrong, we were wrong … "
His tone was desolate.
Jing Rong endured the pain in his heart. The words were stuck in his throat, and he could not say a single word.
"Jing Rong, the person we have let down the most is actually you. In this lifetime, we have owed you too much …" He cried as he reached out to hold Jing Rong's hand tightly. He struggled to open his tired eyes and said, "We have already written a posthumous edict to hand over Great Lin's empire … to you."
"Imperial Father."
"Promise us that no matter what happens, you must … protect this empire." Qi Zhen Emperor panted heavily.
Jing Rong did not want the throne at all!
He hesitated, unsure whether to accept it or not.
Qi Zhen Emperor coughed and used the last few breaths of his life to forcefully grab Jing Rong's hand, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Promise us!"
Jing Rong's expression was conflicted. His eyes were bloodshot and his brows were furrowed. The blood in his body seemed to be boiling, making him feel hot all over. Looking at his imperial father's pleading gaze and the tears in his eyes, Jing Rong's heart twisted.
Finally —
"This son promises you." It took a lot of courage for him to say this.
Qi Zhen Emperor was finally at ease. He heaved a final sigh of relief and lay flat on the bed. He gazed at the gauze curtain above his head and slowly closed his eyes.
His hand slowly loosened from Jing Rong's grasp and rested on the side of the bed.
Jing Rong's body froze.
"Your Majesty," Zhang Quan shouted.
Everyone in the hall knelt down.
At the same time, a voice rang out from outside the hall, "Your Majesty has passed away."
The voice echoed throughout the entire palace.
All the officials knelt in the outer hall.
Jing Rong looked at Qi Zhen Emperor.
Jing Rong looked at Qizhen Emperor. In the face of death and separation, his eyes still reddened.
"Imperial Father, this son has never hated you."
But Qi Zhen Emperor could no longer hear it.
He took a few steps back and knelt on the ground, kowtowing three times.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew open a window in the hall. The wind carried snowflakes into the hall, landing on the windowsill, the ground and the imperial robe that hung neatly on the screen.
The power and status of an emperor couldn't be brought with him in life and taken with him in death.
…
Zhang Quan presented the posthumous edict. "Your Highness, this is the Emperor's posthumous edict."
A posthumous edict was the world!
Jing Rong looked at the edict and then at the door of Fuyang Hall. As long as he walked out of that door and read the edict, the future of Great Lin would be his.
"Your Highness?" Zhang Quan called out.
He suddenly ordered the imperial physicians and the palace maids and eunuchs in the hall, "All of you, leave."
"Yes."
Everyone retreated from the hall.
Zhang Quan asked, "Your Highness, this is …?"
"Eunuch Zhang, may I trouble you to summon Lord Shang from Hanlin Academy?"
Although he didn't understand, Zhang Quan still did as he was told.
After a short while, Shang Zhuo bowed and entered the hall, dusting off the snow on his shoulders.
"What instructions does Your Highness have?"
Jing Rong replied, "Lord Shang, this prince knows that your imitation technique is very good, so I need you to help this prince with something."
…
After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.
Zhang Quan left with the edict.
Jing Rong stood inside with a calm expression.
Shang Zhuo was a little puzzled. "Is it worth it for Your Highness to do this?"
Jing Rong remained silent. He glanced sideways at the imperial robe hanging on the screen in the inner hall. The dragon on the robe was truly lifelike.
The sound of Zhang Quan reading the edict could be heard from outside.
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