Eastern Palace - Chapter 102

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The mother-in-law said, “Queen Mingde has a fair complexion and a thin figure. Although she has a lot of cleverness, she is not as beautiful as the Central Plains woman.” She said a sudden sigh here, “It’s almost thirty years in a flash I didn’t expect…”

She didn’t say that she didn’t expect anything. I looked at Amu. He seemed to be thinking about something quietly.

It was His Majesty’s first temper tantrum against Chaoyang and the last.

Amu once said that in the world, His Majesty’s only real beloved is one sunrise.

Deep in my heart, I silently agreed.

But Chaoyang died.

Since Chaoyang’s death, His Majesty’s tiredness of government affairs is better than one day, and his body is also bad day by day. He no longer hunts, nor feasts, usually in the temple alone, neither drinking nor indulging in female sex, but his body continues to decline day by day.

Chaoyang seemed to take away all the vitality in his life. He not only had gray hair, but even his heart was dead. I have never seen a person who can be sad like this, Amu and I are also very sad about the death of Chaoyang, but it seems that it is not even in the case of His Majesty.

My father went into the palace to persuade His Majesty. His father’s health has also been bad. Many years of battle have left him with numerous internal injuries. He has been ill and can’t get up, but he insists on entering the palace.

The family couldn’t bear him, so he had to lift him into the palace with a light nudge. Many of the inner pavilions in the palace were repelled, but I served him and knelt in front of him. It felt like he was shaking all over. I couldn’t let go of my father’s hands. I knew that once he let go, he would fall at any time. I also know that I should avoid it, but my father is so weak that I have no way to avoid it. His majesty treated his father differently after all, and he personally reached out and wanted to help him up.

My father gasped slightly, and he clasped His Majesty’s hand just like I usually clasped Amu’s hand. He said, “Goro, she is dead.”

My father’s voice was trembling, and the words were very soft. I could hardly hear them. But the whole of His Majesty seemed to be dumbfounded. I looked at His temples with white temples and turbid eyes, and he shook his father’s hand slightly. When was your majesty an old man like this?

Father took another breath and said, “Thirty years ago, she was dead.”

Father’s eyes seemed to have tears in his eyes, and he said, “Goro, you wake up, she is already dead.”

I have never seen such a look on your majesty. He has always treated his father warmly, but only at this moment was almost grim, even the muscles on his face were twisted. He grabbed his father’s shirt, and I saw the blue muscles on the back of His Majesty’s hand. His voice was hoarse because of his fierceness: “You bullshit!”

My father was trembling breathlessly, and I didn’t dare to let out the atmosphere. There was only the sound of his father gasping in the temple, one after another, like a broken bellows. His majesty’s voice calmed down, and he even smiled: “Azhao, you know, she is going back to the west. She has deceived us all, even you such a savvy person has been deceived by her. Now.”

Father coughed and whispered: “Your Majesty…” His eyes were sad and hopeless, and his voice was also, “Princess Chaoyang is not her daughter, nor is the princess half like her. You know clearly I also know that the princess was born by the concubine Li, and the crown prince has been dead for thirty years… I visited it more than ten years ago, and the grass on her grave has been overgrown…”

That was the first time I saw His Majesty’s tears, and a large tear came out silently, rolling down on the robe of his chest. The robe on his chest was embroidered with fine patterns, and the bright teardrop was on the dragon’s head, as if falling. Father hugged His Majesty’s knees, as if to persuade, as if to comfort, and even more pity. Your majesty was like a child, and finally cried out with a hoarse voice.

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