0p0 Chapter 518 Blood Leads to Thunder
Chapter 518 Blood Leads to Thunder
"Your Majesty, I have been married to you for thirty years, and you have used me for thirty years. I can forgive your deliberate approach back then, I can forgive you for using me to control the court and the harem over the years, and I can also forgive your neglect for so many years.
But you used Lan'er's child to frame me, causing us to become enemies and making me infertile for life. I will never be able to forgive you.
Sometimes I really envy Lan'er. After she learned the secret of Huan Yixiang and the truth about her miscarriage, she was able to die cleanly and leave you completely. But I am a coward and don't even have the courage to die.
"I've stroked this wooden fish day after day, waiting for the day you'll open it. Now I can finally say this: Yinzhen, I hate you."
All the calculations and conspiracies that had been buried deep in the years now turned into mottled tear marks on the letter paper, lying naked in front of Yongzheng's eyes.
His fingers suddenly tightened, and he gripped the letter tightly in his palm. The thin rice paper rustled in his palm as it could not bear the weight.
"Good, very good!" His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and each word was wrapped in a biting chill. In those usually unfathomable eyes, a terrifying storm was now surging, and the blue veins on his temples were throbbing.
The imperial majesty that had been carefully constructed over more than ten years was now cracking inch by inch.
"So you all knew it!" Yongzheng suddenly chuckled, but there was a creepy tremor in his laughter.
He slowly unfolded the crumpled letter, the handwriting on it already twisted and deformed. "Hua Fei knew about Huan Yi Xiang and the truth behind her miscarriage... She committed suicide, yet she made me feel guilty for so many years."
With a loud "bang", Yongzheng suddenly waved his sleeves and swept down all the memorials on the desk.
His chest was heaving violently, but not because of anger, but because of some more terrifying, almost desperate feeling of suffocation - it turned out that everyone in this deep palace was acting out a tacit play with him.
Thunder exploded outside the hall, illuminating his paper-pale face.
Those women whom he had plotted against all their lives seemed to be standing in the rain, staring at him silently with eyes soaked with blood and tears.
Yongzheng felt a sharp pain in his chest, his vision went dark, and he staggered and fell backwards as soon as he stood up.
"Your Majesty!" Su Peisheng exclaimed, took a step forward, and just managed to catch the fallen Yongzheng.
Sun Heyin's originally cold and indifferent expression changed rapidly the moment Su Peisheng turned his head.
She stepped forward quickly, her face filled with anxiety. "Your Majesty! What's wrong with you?"
There was just the right amount of trembling in his voice.
Beads of sweat formed on Su Peisheng's forehead, and his voice changed tone: "My lady, please take care of the Emperor. I will call the imperial physician right away!"
Without waiting for Sun Heyin's response, he stumbled out of the palace gate.
As Su Peisheng's footsteps faded, the concern in Sun Heyin's eyes instantly faded. She calmly placed Yongzheng on the ground, quickly picked the crumpled letter from his hand, and quickly scanned every line of the handwriting.
Then he folded the letter paper as it was and put it back into Yongzheng's hands.
When he turned around, that worried expression was back on his face, as if nothing that had just happened had ever happened.
When Yongzheng woke up from his confusion, the palace lanterns had been lit in the hall and the clock showed that it was already past twelve o'clock.
He tilted his head slightly and saw Sun Heyin sitting upright on the embroidered cushion beside the dragon bed. The dim light cast a faint shadow on her beautiful face.
"Thanks a lot."
Sun Heyin immediately stood up and gently helped him sit up. She then took out the ginseng tea from the warming basket and handed it to Yongzheng's lips: "Your Majesty, you are too kind. It is my honor to serve you."
As the warm tea slid down his throat, Yongzheng felt the congestion in his chest slightly relieved.
He lifted the brocade quilt and sat on the edge of the bed. Sun Heyin was already kneeling to help him put on his dragon-patterned soft boots.
"Su Peisheng."
Hearing the call, Su Peisheng trotted in: "The servant is here!"
"Concubine Duan is seriously ill. I'm afraid she won't survive tonight."
The whisk in Su Peisheng's hand fell to the ground with a "click".
After a moment, he suddenly reacted and stabilized his trembling voice: "I understand!"
Sun Heyin's hand, which was tidying the mattress, paused slightly, and then continued to smooth out the wrinkles on the bedding as if nothing had happened.
Yongzheng sat back down beside the imperial desk, his fingers gently playing with the jade beads.
How did Concubine Hua know the secret of Huan Yi Xiang? When did she find out? Who told her?
His thoughts went back to the year when Nian Shilan passed away.
He clearly remembered that before coming to the Old Summer Palace, Concubine Hua kept requesting to meet him, but after arriving at the Old Summer Palace, she fell ill and never took the initiative to see him again.
So someone must have told her along the way to the Old Summer Palace.
The person who escorted them that year was Shen Zishan.
Considering what happened back then, everything makes sense.
"Shen family!"
These two words came out coldly from between his teeth, carrying with them a chilling murderous intent.
Sun Heyin was shocked when she heard these two words. Ever since she read the letter, although she didn't know what happened that year, she had a pretty good guess: this matter was probably related to Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong.
Qi Yuebin used a suicide letter to tear apart the disguise that Yongzheng had carefully maintained for thirty years. Yongzheng was furious and said that those who knew his dark thoughts would never survive.
Didn't she know the consequences of this letter? She certainly knew.
She doesn't want to live anymore, and she wants to drag half of the harem to be buried with her!
Sun Heyin calmly took a half step back into the shadows. She suddenly remembered the pot of Epiphyllum that Qi Yuebin always loved to play with—it was usually unknown, but it would bloom with the most fatal beauty before withering.
"Su Peisheng, go and call Xia Yi over!"
Su Peisheng responded and left.
In just half a cup of tea, a dark-colored guard silently knelt before Yongzheng. His figure was like a ghost, and not even his clothes made a sound.
Yongzheng leaned over slightly and whispered a few words in his ear.
Sun Heyin stood behind the bead curtain and saw the secret guard's pupils suddenly shrink and then return to normal.
The man kowtowed heavily and turned to leave. A black iron token on his waist flashed a cold light in the candlelight - it was the symbol of the Flying Guillotine.
Sun Heyin's fingertips pinched her palm unconsciously. She knew that even if the Shen family had destroyed all the evidence, Shen Meiyu and An Lingrong would be in danger once they were targeted by Yongzheng.
She came to Yongzheng and said softly, "Your Majesty, you have been very angry today. You should take another pill. I think the pill that Taoist Lou presented to you is very effective for your health."
Yongzheng nodded.
Su Peisheng hurried to the inner room to get the medicine.
Sun Heyin took it tactfully, and while serving the tea, she quickly turned the pill between her fingers several times before bringing it to Yongzheng's mouth.
Yongzheng swallowed the pill with Sun Heyin's hand.
The pill melted in his mouth, leaving behind a strange sweet fragrance that cleared his chaotic thoughts.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the big raindrops hit the glazed tiles, like the sound of a death knell.