mesbooks Chapter 311 Last Words
Chapter 311 Last Words
Yongqi was breathing weakly, his cracked lips trembling slightly, and it seemed as if he had used up all his strength to utter each word. He kept his eyes open, trying hard to focus on the emperor's face, and spoke slowly.
"In this life, I am fortunate to have a beloved woman by my side. Her name is Yunjiao. In my heart, she is the best..."
Speaking of this, a touch of tenderness quietly crept into his eyes.
"I know that she is of humble origin. In the eyes of others, she is just an ordinary concubine, but to me, she is someone I cannot let go of."
He took a few breaths with difficulty, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes were slightly red.
"After I die, I only hope that there will be a place for her by my side, so that she can accompany me. I know that the palace rules are strict and unacceptable to the world. This action may be beyond the rules, but this is my last wish..."
"My mother is old now. She has experienced many setbacks over the years, and her mind is no longer what it used to be. Many of her actions may be rash and foolish. Please, Your Majesty, for the sake of this son, forgive her mistakes and do not be too harsh on her. Let her live out her days in peace in the mansion. Even if... even if it only means sparing her life, please do not let her end up in such a miserable state after the young have passed away."
After a brief pause and a few breaths to regain his strength, Yongqi turned his gaze to the side, as if he saw the virtuous and gentle figure of his wife, and whispered with guilt.
"Fu Jin is also very good. She manages the household well, is dignified and generous, and manages all the affairs of the palace in an orderly manner. It's a pity that I was born young. I promised to be her lifelong support, but I finally broke my promise. I hope that the emperor can give her some respect. In the future, whether it is the affairs of the palace or social interactions, don't let others see her alone and helpless and take the opportunity to bully her..."
"And your Highness,"
Yongqi used all his remaining strength, turned his head and looked in the direction of Yanwan, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Over the years, I owe her so much. I remember all the careful teaching and secret protection she has given me, but I don't know how to repay her. As my stepmother, she has been incredibly caring towards me. My brothers and sisters are also well-behaved and sensible. With her always by my side, helping me solve my problems and serving me attentively, I can rest assured even if I have to leave..."
When mentioning this, Yongqi looked towards the emperor, his eyes filled with worry.
"Your Majesty, your health is not as good as before. The affairs of the court are very heavy. I hope you will take your health into consideration and not overwork yourself. Rest when you need to. Your son... your son is worried..."
After saying these words, Yongqi was already exhausted. His eyes seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he just wanted to close them immediately. His eyelids drooped uncontrollably and his last words gradually became incoherent and incomprehensible.
What he cared about most was Tian Yuner. Even at the critical moment of life and death, he was still thinking about that weak but tough woman.
If we cannot sleep in the same bed and accompany each other for the rest of our lives, then we can be buried together in death, and never be separated in the underworld.
The emperor nodded. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, held his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will do as you say. Since you think that concubine is good, I will keep her place. A hundred years later, she will be buried with you and your wife."
"Your Majesty, please don't be too sad about your unfilial son. It's not worth it to hurt yourself for him..."
Yongqi spoke weakly, his eyes gradually wandering.
"How could that be? You are my most outstanding son. I am so happy for you. You are so good..."
The emperor sighed and looked at Yongqi, feeling as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
When Yan Wan arrived, she sent someone to inform Prince Rong's Mansion. At this time, Hai Lan, Prince Rong's wife, and Tian Yun'er had just arrived at the side hall of the Yangxin Palace.
"Yongqi..."
"Your Majesty..."
The emperor looked back and stood up in a daze.
"Talk to him..."
After saying this, he walked out of the inner hall with heavy steps.
Seeing him come out, Yan Wan and several imperial doctors stood up.
"emperor……"
Yan Wan came forward and helped him sit down.
"Tell me, tell me everything about Prince Rong."
The emperor lowered his head and looked at the floor, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.
"Your Majesty, Prince Rong contracted a carbuncle while recovering from his leg injury. If it were a minor injury, he might have been saved, but Prince Rong's injury is truly too severe... Your servants are incompetent. Now... In your opinion, you should prepare for his funeral as soon as possible..."
When Yongqi fainted, Doctor Bao had already informed him that he was suffering from periosteal carbuncle and that they had to keep it a secret and go on the autumn hunt.
Now it's just a formality, just telling the truth.
Doctor Bao's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the back of his clothes was almost soaked with sweat.
Although Prince Rong pleaded for them, their lives still depended on the emperor's will.
"How much time does he have?"
After hearing what he said, the emperor still felt dizzy even though he had prepared himself mentally.
"Either tonight or tomorrow, the prince has a severe fever and I'm afraid he won't be able to hold out for long."
"Royal Consort, please preside over Yongqi's funeral..."
The emperor said with his eyes closed, as if accepting his fate.
"Yes, I obey your order."
After giving the order, the emperor walked out of the side hall.
His steps were a little unsteady, and he missed a step when going down the stairs. Even with Jinzhong's support, he still fell to the ground.
"emperor……"
"I'm fine."
The emperor waved away Jinzhong's hand that was supporting him, and walked towards the main hall of the Yangxin Palace stubbornly and distraught.
He lost another son.
The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.
The emperor looked at the decorations in the hall and felt extremely cold.
This pain is even more painful than when Yonghuang passed away.
He was already fifty-five years old, but he had lost the prince he valued most.
The emperor wanted to drink some tea, but found that his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the teacup.
In an instant, the tea fell to the ground, porcelain fragments splashed, and the tea soaked his clothes.
He subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but felt a sharp pain on his fingertips. Turning around, he saw that his fingertips were pierced by the porcelain pieces, and bright red blood instantly flowed out.