The man on the bed was obviously startled. His eyes turned from tired to stiff, then from stiff to forbearing, and finally returned to tiredness.
Chang Yan didn't know how many ups and downs he had experienced in this short period of time, but he could only hear his voice getting hoarse, "How bad is it?"
So the original blunt statement was choked in the throat.
The meager relationship between father and son will also turn into a meager care, disappearing when he is angry, and emerging when he cannot bear it.
The image of Concubine Ju and her son lying quietly on their backs came into his mind. Chang Yan opened his lips slightly and said, "I encountered... encountered some unexpected situations."
"Oh." Tianjia said nothing.
He was still lying on the bed like that, but as if he had a premonition, his cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of crystal, and he refused to fall off.
He took a deep breath and stretched his fingers as thin as dry wood on the edge of the bed. He lifted it up slightly several times and then dropped it back down heavily.
"Tell me, tell me." After a while, he whispered, "I always have the right to know."
A generation of emperors has never seen any storms.
Chang Yan could no longer hide it and said softly, "Brother Grand Emperor was accidentally injured by Empress Ju, and the knife was contaminated with castor poison. He couldn't save him."
"Empress Ju felt regretful and heartbroken, and left on her own in Qianqing Palace."
There is no embellishing, the most authentic narrative comes from the prince's loyalty to the emperor.
Chang Yan closed his eyes, and countless images flashed through his mind.
There are scenes where Tianjia gets angry and angry, there are scenes where innocent people are implicated, and there are also scenes where people are so painful that they burst into tears.
Unexpectedly, the world became quiet.
When he opened his eyes again, he only saw the tears from the corner of the man's eyes sliding down his cheeks, dripping onto the bright yellow pillowcase and disappearing without a trace.
"Oh, I understand." He responded numbly, "Step back and reorganize your prince's palace to benefit the people of the world."
Chang Yan was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to recover, revealing the bewilderment that a young man should have.
"Go on, kid." Tianjia was still so calm, "Go and show off your ambitions and do what you should do."
No blame, no involvement.
I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.
Zhu Changhong passed away during the change of imperial power. The person who should be resented the most should be Tianjia, but thinking about it, the person who should be resented the least should be him.
This imperial power was personally handed over to Chang Yan.
Perhaps the moment he decided to establish the crown prince, he had already anticipated the fate of his children, but before the final decision was made, there was always some remaining hope.
I hope they can leave Fengjing safely when they reach adulthood, I hope they can live peacefully in the fiefdom, and I hope they don't breed hopeless ambitions.
Unfortunately, reality is always cruel.
Just like when he competed with his brothers for power, the overly cruel brothers used their own methods, even resorting to frame-up. As a result, they were eliminated one after another, leaving only him, who was soft-tempered.
Princes always have a desire for that easily accessible position, mixing with their original unwillingness and anger to arouse the greatest desire.
The last remaining people around the Tian family are just a few cousins and their cousins' nephews.
He had no way to ask the princes not to fight, just like his father who was so heroic back then, he had no way to stop his brothers from killing each other.
"If you die, you will die. If you dare to fight, you will die." The late emperor's rich voice was still in my ears, deafening.
Tianjia also warned himself in this way, and he couldn't even bear to scold Chang Yan.
Just when the Qianqing Palace returned to silence, all kinds of love came to my heart, and all kinds of past feelings, from the first cry of the swaddled baby, to growing up on my shoulders, to babbling, to riding a horse and calling loudly " "Father."
From childhood acquaintance to childhood sweethearts, to twenty years of loving companionship, to the white jade lotus seed porridge that I personally cooked but was knocked to the ground.
Severe cramps surged in his heart, and he opened his mouth suddenly, and a large amount of blood poured out.
Something is withdrawn from the body, is it life, or is it the strong willpower.
The thick red dyed the bright yellow, just like the lively and cheerful girl who found him in the crowd who didn't want to fight for it, and took the initiative to share it generously, "Here, you have it too."
He raised the corners of his mouth and passed out.
In a daze, someone came running towards me in panic. They were the Chief Supervisor who had been with me for many years, and the one who was about to take over the world... my son.
"Acupuncture."
"Where's the ginseng? Put the ginseng in your mouth."
"Go and make some medicine."
"Wipe away the blood quickly..."
The entire Qianqing Palace was busy. Everyone from the oldest to the youngest in Taiyuan Hospital gathered here. The oldest ones were in charge of administering acupuncture, while the younger ones were delivering items. Even if their arms were numb from exhaustion, they did not dare to say a word.
Chang Yan and Zhu Changheng stood at the edge of the bed, several concubines were waiting in the side hall, and Jiang Sheng's brother and sister did not go far.
Uterine turmoil occurred on the front foot, and Tianjia vomited blood on the back foot.
What happened one after another was mentally exhausting, but it was expected after thinking about it.
"His health was not in good shape to begin with." Zhu Changheng said softly, "I'm afraid he's vomiting blood now..."
I dare not say more words, but everyone understands.
Tianjia may not have much time left.
"He didn't blame me, nor did he get angry." Chang Yan was a little annoyed, "I should have noticed something was wrong."
"It's useless to notice. Things are beyond our control." Zhu Changheng comforted his younger brother.
Zhu Changhong took up too much of his father's love, leaving very little for them.
But no matter how little it is, it is still my father’s love.
If the Tian family really closes their eyes, they will no longer have a father.
It was rare for the two brothers to feel the same way. They stared blankly at the busy work of the Imperial Hospital, watching countless silver needles pricking them, their hearts still hanging in their throats.
Don't know how long it has been.
The old doctor finally pulled out all the silver needles, wiped his sweat and said, "It's okay for the time being. I just need to check to make sure it doesn't get worse."
Everyone in Qianqing Palace breathed a sigh of relief. Manager Wu collapsed on the bedside and choked, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty cannot abandon this old slave. You must hold on."
Who can say for sure? The imperial doctors continued to wipe away sweat and discuss how to administer injections and medicines.
As the prince, Chang Yan undoubtedly accepted all arrangements for events.
Zhu Changheng patted his shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
If the prince was only a semi-supervisor before and important matters needed to be reported, then with the complete coma of the Tian family, the power of supervising the country completely fell to the prince's house.
The clan, accustomed to wind and rain, even suggested sewing dragon robes early in preparation for ascending the throne.
Chang Yan felt disgusted, but still agreed.
He watched with his own eyes as the Tian family used up the medicine and sent everyone away from the Imperial Hospital, leaving only Sun Siji waiting in front of the hospital bed. After letting Manager Wu go to rest, he quietly closed the door of the Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Changheng had something to do and returned home early. After receiving the news that he was still alive, the concubines also left one after another, leaving the palace full of loneliness.
Chang Yan sighed unconsciously, turned around, and saw five figures standing in a row under the eaves of the side hall.
