Reality proved that like father, like son, there was some truth to the saying.
Although Rong Ting knew that his father was treacherous and cunning and had set a trap for him early on in an attempt to escape after handing over this heavy responsibility, he did not confront his father. Instead, he tacitly agreed to his calculations and even very considerately cooperated with his performance.
This was the last lesson that his father taught him, and he had learned a lot.
That day, Yung Heng was "sick" again, almost to the point of "delirium." Rong Ting watched his father so immersed in his performance and thought, too hard, really too hard. Now, he was beginning to worry about his mother. If he was not by his mother's side, with his father's scheming and shrewdness … would his mother really be able to withstand it?
He was silently criticizing. When he came out of the palace, he tried hard to keep his eyes open. When the wind blew, his eyes turned red and tears fell.
His face was full of grief. When he represented his father in court, it was difficult to hide his grief.
After the court session was over, the officials looked at each other and sighed deeply. They didn't know how much longer His Majesty could hold on. They were also mentally prepared for His Majesty's health. Two years ago, His Majesty had only occasionally suffered from minor illnesses, which did not hinder his health. Later on, His Majesty's body gradually weakened. Perhaps because of this period of buffer, they were not very surprised to see His Highness so sad.
The only thing to be thankful for was that the succession of the throne was not a lack of successors.
Although the Crown Prince was still very young, the talent he had shown did not lose to the current generation. They could be reassured. Who could truly become an important official did not want their name to go down in history? Most likely, it would be easier to get ahead if they followed a good Emperor. The ministers were heartless pigs. Don't look at how sad they looked at this moment. In fact, they were just sighing in their hearts. But when they thought about the fact that they had a successor, and that this successor was not bad … their sadness was insignificant compared to their gratification.
Rong Ting did not know if it was because his acting was too good, but ever since he cooperated with his father's performance, the situation in court had quietly changed.
As the second-in-command, he enjoyed the treatment of the first-in-command in advance. Those ministers who used to treat him like a child were now much more respectful to him.
On the night before Yung Heng was about to leave, he performed a "terminal lucidity". He chatted a lot with Rong Ting. They talked about his experiences when he was young, his ideals and ambitions, and also talked about Song Yuan.
The father and son had a tacit understanding, and neither of them pointed it out. Rong Heng guessed that Rong Ting knew of his plan. As for why this child didn't expose it, he thought that it was because of the son's feelings for his father and the ambition of a future emperor.
"Father, there's something I want to ask you. Have you ever regretted it?" Rong Ting helped Yung Heng pull up the quilt, sat beside his bed and asked in a low voice, "Do you regret going to the General's Mansion that day?"
Yung Heng laughed. "If your mother asks me, I will tell her that I don't regret it."
"And the truth?"
"You will regret it."
Of course he regretted it. Ever since he met her and fell in love with her, he was no longer like a ruler. He was also not satisfied with the sobriety he retained. In the end, he did not become the kind of emperor he longed to be when he was young. However, life was like this, and he was willing to endure regret. In his next life, he hoped that he would not meet her again. In this life, he would follow his heart.
Rong Ting did not seem surprised by this answer. He only said softly, "I think mother also regrets it. It's very strange. Both of you are regretting it, but neither of you are willing to cut off this relationship."
Rong Heng smiled. "This is probably what love is like."
Rong Ting: "… …"
What to do? Hearing this, he still felt physically uncomfortable.
The next day, the emperor passed away, and the whole country mourned. The new emperor succeeded the throne, and the people cried endlessly.
Rong Ting knelt in the main hall. When no one was paying attention, he would secretly sniff the "magical weapon" that he ordered people to make. The smell was very strong, and he would cry after smelling it. If he did not use this, he would not be able to cry. Not only would he not be able to cry, he might even curse in the streets. His father directly handed this heavy responsibility to him, and he ran to the modern world to pursue his wife and enjoy life? Do people work? However, he was not worried. Based on his mother's personality, she would definitely seek justice for him.
The new emperor was only thirteen years old. Not to mention the Crown Prince Consort, he did not even have a secondary consort. The imperial harem was empty, and all of them were the previous emperor's concubines. How to arrange them became a problem. Originally, this matter was not for the emperor to worry about, but unfortunately, there was no mistress in the palace who could make the decisions. Thus, this matter could only be decided by Rong Ting.
Rong Ting knew that his father did not have many concubines in the imperial harem, not to mention that a few of them had passed away in the past few years due to illness. Currently, there were no more than ten concubines in the main hall.
In fact, they were still very young. The oldest one was only in her early thirties.
Rong Ting was troubled. For some reason, he thought of a conversation with his mother in the modern era. His mother must have pitied these women.
In the end, Rong Ting had asked the old imperial concubines if they were willing to use a new and unfamiliar identity to start a new life. If they were willing, they would be given a sum of money that would be enough for them to live a stable life for the rest of their lives. They would be released from the palace, and from then on, they would have nothing to do with the imperial family. In the records, they would gradually become dead people. Whether they married someone else, had children, or lived alone for the rest of their lives, in short, they would have nothing to do with the imperial family.
If they were not willing, they could still stay in the palace as an old imperial concubine and enjoy all the treatment that an old imperial concubine should have.
The previous emperor's imperial harem concubines were basically living widows. They had hoped to receive the previous emperor's favor. In the palace, they had hoped day after day, from disappointment to despair, and then to calmness … They were clearly so young, but their faces were like stagnant water, without any ripples.
Hearing Rong Ting's words, they were at a loss at first. Later, their eyes softened, and they all knelt down sincerely, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."
Rong Ting sighed, "In the future, just be yourself."
The old imperial concubines touched the ground with their foreheads. Their eyes were blurred with tears, and they saw the bright yellow color getting farther and farther away.
***
Song Yuan did not expect that she would be able to see Yung Heng again in this life.
She had thought that their separation was forever. During this period of time, she had cried and felt pain. But now, on the streets of this foreign country, she actually saw him again.
"Long time no see." This was his first sentence.
"I heard that it's not safe abroad. It's so late and you're still on the streets. Have you eaten dinner?" This was his second sentence.
The two of them came to a small tavern nearby and found a quiet corner to sit down. After regaining her senses, Song Yuan impatiently asked, "Why did you come back? No, could it be that you didn't leave? If you went back and came back, why are you alone? "
To Song Yuan, they had been separated for a few months, but to Yung Heng, it had been a full seven years.
When he had transmigrated from ancient times to modern times, only a week or so had passed in modern times. Mrs. Xie did not discover that he had gone missing, so he continued to be Xie Heng.
He listened to Mrs. Xie's arrangements and continued to study here. He thought that she might need some time to calm down, so he did not disturb her during this period of time.
Yung Heng originally wanted to answer this question. He wanted to tell her that Rong Ting was always worried that she would be unhappy if she was alone there. It was Rong Ting who wanted him to come back. But he remembered that he had promised her that he would never lie to her again, so he honestly told her the whole story. He was good at avoiding the trivial matters and focusing on the important ones. He glossed over the words that were disadvantageous to him … He emphasized that during his time in office, he had worked hard to pave the way for Rong Ting and cleared all obstacles for him. This way, it would be much easier for Rong Ting to take over the position. With Rong Ting's ability, he was completely capable of handling things on his own.
However, his avoidance of the important and dwelling on the trivial was obviously useless in front of his old mother. When Song Yuan heard what he said, she almost couldn't catch her breath. She looked at him in disbelief. "He's only 13 years old! He's only in junior high at 13 years old. What if someone bullies him? He's still a child. How can he shoulder such a heavy burden?? "
That was an entire country!
How much pressure must Gugu be under!
Yung Heng did not know how to explain it to her. "No one will bully him."
"How do you know?"
"He's not a child. He's an emperor with real power in his hands. No one will be blind enough to bully him."
Song Yuan knew that Yung Heng was telling the truth, but she still felt very upset.
Since things had already come to this, she had no other choice. She could not force Yung Heng to go back, right? According to him, he was already a deceased emperor. If he went back now, wouldn't he be a corpse that came back to life?
However, Gugu was only 13 years old. Could he really bear the burden? Could he really do it?
Sob sob sob sob. She really wanted to hug Gugu!
After resting for about half an hour, Song Yuan thought that Yung Heng was the only person who could understand Gugu's current situation. She suppressed her inner emotions and asked him —
"Is Gugu doing well? Has he grown taller? How tall is he? "
"Has he lost weight? Has he been eating well? "
"Oh right, is he still picky about his food? I read a book before. It said that he was sick. Is it serious? How did he get sick? "
"Is he in good health? Time was limited at that time, so I could only take him for those vaccinations. Sigh! "
Yung Heng looked at her quietly. He was defeated and sighed softly. "It's been an hour and twenty minutes."
Song Yuan was stunned. She looked at him in confusion. "What did you say?"
Yung Heng shook his head.
He really didn't want to talk about it. It had been an hour and twenty minutes since they reunited. She had only asked about him for less than five minutes. In the remaining hour and fifteen minutes, she was either asking about Rong Ting or thinking about Rong Ting.
Forget it, he didn't want to talk about it.
He already owed Rong Ting. Besides, he still had a lifetime to live.
"I'll answer your questions one by one." Yung Heng's smile became even warmer. "He's doing very well. He's grown taller. When I left, he should be about 1.6 meters tall. He's only 13 years old. There's still a lot of room for growth. Based on our height, it won't be a problem for him to grow to 1.8 meters."
"He didn't lose weight. At first, he didn't like the food made by the imperial kitchen. After a few meals, he wasn't picky anymore. Occasionally, he would even talk about eating the chicken wings you made. Of course, he would still talk about Yakult the most. "
"He's still a little picky about his food. That time, he got sick because he was naughty. He sweated all over while riding at the racecourse. He didn't take a bath and change his clothes. When the cold wind blew, he coughed and had a fever. However, he got better on the third day. In the past few years, he has rarely gotten sick." Yung Heng smiled and asked her, "Do you have anything else to ask?" quot;
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