Happy Spring Every Year

Chapter 252 Father, you want to kill me!

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There was a commotion in the hall, as if all the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk were swept off the table and smashed heavily to the ground.

Eunuch Fushun, who was guarding outside the palace, shuddered all over, quickly turned his head to look at the closed palace door, and tried to shout:

"Your Majesty?"

The hall was quiet, without a sound at all.

Fushun's heart tightened, and he made a quick decision, shouting loudly: "Your Majesty, this servant is coming in."

Having said this, Eunuch Fushun raised his hand and pushed open the palace door.

In an instant, the light pierced through the deep darkness in the hall like a sharp sword, and dust was faintly seen dancing and struggling in the light.

As the palace door opened wider, patches of light and dark shadows formed on the floor and walls of the majestic imperial study, revealing a pale and sharp look.

Eunuch Fushun looked at the dragon throne in the middle with awe and fear.

But there was nothing above it.

His gaze gradually dropped, and when he saw the scene clearly, Eunuch Fushun's heart suddenly tightened.

Emperor Sheng was seen leaning on the ground beside the jade table, his eyes closed and his face showing an abnormal flush.

A pool of blood on the floor tiles immediately caught Eunuch Fushun's attention and made him feel cold all over.

Right next to the bloodstain, Prince Rui was lying on the ground with his back to the palace door, his body motionless and filled with deathly silence.

Eunuch Fushun was instantly terrified. His eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't help but shout in a distorted voice:

"Imperial Physician! Call the Imperial Physician!"

The sound instantly broke the silence in front of the imperial study, attracting Jiang Xun and his group to look over.

At this time, Eunuch Fushun had already staggered in and pushed the door open.

Jiang Xun frowned and looked back at Shen Zhengsheng and Zhang Xian. They both nodded to Jiang Xun implicitly at the same time.

Shen Jiasui, who was standing by, felt a pang of anxiety in his heart. He squeezed Jiang Xun's hand lightly, then let go in an instant.

Jiang Xun tilted his head and looked at Shen Jiasui, everything was said without words.

The next moment, Jiang Xun strode over.

When he reached the door of the imperial study, he saw Emperor Sheng waking up slowly due to the calls of Eunuch Fushun.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Eunuch Fushun was trembling all over. He had been with the emperor for decades, but had never seen Emperor Sheng in such a dangerous state.

The commander of the Imperial Guards, Wen Chengye, was guarding the other side of Emperor Sheng at this time, not daring to leave. His men had already gone to urgently summon the imperial physician.

Emperor Sheng slowly woke up, only to feel the breath surging in his chest. After taking a deep breath, he still felt dizzy and groggy.

His eyes wandered around the hall, and he felt as if everything around him was spinning.

Fu Shun's cries came to his ears, bringing him back to his senses.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to him, and he suddenly remembered everything that happened before he fainted. In a panic, he quickly looked away.

There were still bloodstains on the floor tiles. Zhao Huailang was lying on the ground, his face as pale as paper, his lips tightly closed, and he was... motionless.

Emperor Sheng trembled all over, feeling as if his heart was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

That...that is his son after all!

Emperor Sheng opened his mouth, his throat dry and his voice hoarse and broken: "I... I'm fine, go check on the second brother!"

After saying this, Emperor Sheng struggled to get up, but fell back due to dizziness.

Eunuch Fushun was so anxious that he tried to persuade her again and again. In his anxiety and panic, he suddenly saw Jiang Xun at the door of the palace.

He suddenly felt like he had found his backbone and couldn't help but shout, "Master Jiang! Quick! Come and see Prince Rui!"

He had seen that Lord Jiang had once used emergency methods to save the Crown Prince when he fainted!

Later, the emperor inquired about this matter in person, and he, who was standing by, also overheard it.

Lord Jiang said at that time that as the Crown Prince's companion, he tried to dabble in medical theory, but his skills were shallow and he only learned the basics.

When His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fainted, the imperial physician had not yet arrived, so Lord Jiang took urgent action and even knelt down before the Emperor to apologize.

But later the imperial physician also said that it was thanks to Lord Jiang's courage and carefulness that he performed emergency treatment, otherwise... the consequences would be unimaginable.

Emperor Sheng had obviously thought of this as well. His eyes fell on Jiang Xun's face and he nodded hastily.

Jiang Xun got the OK, so he quickly stepped into the imperial study, stepped in front of Zhao Huailang with a serious expression, and without any hesitation, quickly leaned down.

He slowly put his ear close to Zhao Huailang's mouth and nose, frowned slightly, and listened attentively to his subtle breathing sounds.

After a moment, he stood up again, his eyes like torches swept across Zhao Huailang's face, and then his gaze fell on a pool of blood beside him.

"Xiuzhi, how's it going?"

Emperor Sheng asked in a hoarse voice, and at this moment he could not hide the regret between his brows. Seeing that Zhao Huailang was unconscious, he was even more afraid.

He has lost a son.

He never dared to think deeply about the reasons back then.

If the second brother was kicked to death by him this time, he dared not think...

Jiang Xun frowned and turned around, asking quickly, "Your Majesty, I dare to ask why the prince is like this?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Sheng immediately lowered his eyes, as if trying to calm his inner turmoil. However, his slightly trembling eyelids still revealed his surging emotions at the moment.

Even though Zhao Huailang looked like he was dying, and even though he was filled with remorse, the so-called majesty and dignity of the emperor were like a solid wall of steel, causing Emperor Sheng's tone to remain cold and hard.

"The second son has no respect for his father and the emperor, is rebellious and treacherous, and has no respect for me at all! I only gave him a slight punishment and kicked him."

At the end of the words, it was like the sound of a broken string, revealing a hint of guilt and flaws.

Jiang Xun glanced at Zhao Huailang and asked, "Where did His Majesty kick?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Sheng felt a tightness in his chest and clenched his teeth, as if he didn't want to mention it.

When Jiang Xun saw Emperor Sheng in this state, he vaguely guessed something and immediately pulled Zhao Huailang's clothes.

Sure enough, there was a shocking blood bruise on Zhao Huailang's exposed chest, right on his heart.

In such a short time, the bruise had turned red and purple, which showed that the person who kicked the victim had used a lot of strength, almost trying to take his life.

Seeing this scene, not to mention Jiang Xun, even Eunuch Fushun and Wen Chengye who were guarding Emperor Sheng not far away, felt a chill all over their bodies, and a sense of horror surged in their hearts.

They say...even a tiger won't eat its own cubs.

Emperor Sheng opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't utter a word, and finally he could only close his eyes.

When Jiang Xun saw the wound, he began to think.

He immediately stood up, took off his coat, crumpled it into a ball, and placed it behind Zhao Huailang's head.

Then he quickly went to the side hall, and when he came back, he was holding a basin of water that was always ready.

Emperor Sheng pushed Fu Shun, and Fu Shun hurriedly stood up to help. Under Jiang Xun's guidance, he wiped Zhao Huailang's cheeks and neck with a towel dipped in water.

After Jiang Xun freed his hand, he saw that Zhao Huailang clenched his teeth unconsciously, so he stretched out his finger and tried to press the cheek point on his cheek.

Over the years, he has indeed read a lot of medical books, but he is not proficient in them.

Eunuch Fushun was extremely anxious. Seeing that Zhao Huailang had not yet woken up, he was about to ask a few questions.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Zhao Huailang loosened his teeth, and then his eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

Bah, bah, bah—

Outside the imperial study, several imperial doctors were walking quickly with medicine boxes on their backs, and finally arrived at this moment.

Sweat was already on their foreheads and they were all panting. Just as they reached the door of the imperial study, before they could bow and salute, they heard a sound like thunder suddenly exploding out of the blue.

That was Zhao Huailang's voice, hoarse and filled with endless misery and despair, like the howl of a trapped animal:

"Father, you want to kill me!"

"Father, you want to kill me!"

Zhao Huailang's eyes were bloodshot like spider webs, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if they were about to break through his skin.

He tried hard to raise his head, cold sweat rolling down his forehead like fine beads. He screamed, and every word seemed to be torn out from the depths of his throat.

"Father, you want to kill me!"

"Haha, Father wants to kill me... wants to kill me..."

The laughter suddenly rang out, like crying and laughing, revealing madness and sorrow.

At this point, the words gradually became softer and slower, and Zhao Huailang seemed to have lost his strength. He suddenly fell back, and his back hit the floor tiles with a dull sound.

My eyes are sore and my heart aches.

Zhao Huailang looked at the magnificent dome of the imperial study, tears rolling down uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, mixed with the cold sweat on his forehead, rolling into his temples and disappearing without a trace.

He pulled the corners of his mouth, slowly closed his eyes, his face was pale, and he had no will to live.

As soon as the words fell, there was dead silence inside and outside the imperial study.

Emperor Sheng never expected that after Zhao Huailang woke up, he would openly shout out such heartbreaking words.

He was instantly struck by lightning, his face turned pale, and even his lips were trembling.

But the next moment, shock and anger surged up like a raging tide, and Emperor Sheng shouted angrily: "I am the Son of Heaven, how can I allow you, a rebellious son, to slander me like this!"

Zhao Huailang did not react at all despite Emperor Sheng's scolding.

The hall fell into silence again.

After Emperor Sheng was shocked and angry, a trace of fear gradually spread in his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked around. Although everyone inside and outside the hall bowed their heads respectfully, they must have listened to the second brother's words.

As an emperor, he was publicly exposed by his own son for his murderous intention?

If such a scandal were to get out, his royal authority would be destroyed and the royal family's reputation would be completely lost!

I am afraid that people all over the world will scold him for being disregarding human ethics and being cruel and inhumane, and the pens of historians will mercilessly nail him to the pillar of shame for thousands of years!

Thinking of this, Emperor Sheng's eyes revealed a hint of confusion again.

How did it...come to this point today?

"Your Majesty?"

Everyone else was silent. Seeing that Emperor Sheng's face was getting paler and paler, Eunuch Fushun had to speak out a reminder.

Emperor Sheng was suddenly shocked, and in a state of confusion, he suddenly cast his gaze on Jiang Xun in the hall.

He exhaled slowly, clenched his hands tightly under his sleeves, and then regained some of his usual dignity and calmness, and then said in a deep voice:

"Examine Prince Rui quickly. Everyone leave, Jiang Xun stays."

The imperial doctors outside the palace responded as if they had been pardoned.

But Eunuch Fushun looked worried and said quickly, "Your Majesty, let the imperial doctors see you first—"

"Fushun, you step back too."

Emperor Sheng's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he would not allow any doubt. With the support of Wen Chengye, he walked steadily towards the dragon throne behind the desk. When he sat down, his whole body once again exuded the awe-inspiring majesty of the emperor, and no one would dare to disobey.

"Yes......."

Soon, Zhao Huailang was carefully carried out of the hall by everyone along with the imperial doctors.

Eunuch Fushun walked last. When he closed the palace door, his eyes fell on Jiang Xun who was kneeling in the hall, and he seemed to be uneasy.

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The palace door was completely closed. Eunuch Fushun turned around and slowly cast his gaze towards the end of the palace road in the distance. His eyes were full of anxiety, as if he was waiting for something.

And at this time in the palace.

The light and shadows were dim all around, and there was an oppressive silence between the light and dark.

Emperor Sheng placed his hands on his knees, his face hidden in the darkness. He suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"Xiuzhi, please take my pulse as well."

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I'm flying home today and only have time to write this much.