Zhu Weizhen was considered to have "revenged his great revenge", but she did not feel happy or relieved. Instead, she felt a vague and unreal feeling.
Xu Zhihuai left the mourning hall with Zhu Qingruo in his arms, and then walked down the steps and saw Wei Li wandering outside the door.
This was the first time she saw him wearing white.
Xu Zhihuai paused and hurriedly handed Zhu Qingruo to Jinhua and asked her to take her out through the side door.
Wei Li didn't go in for a long time. Even if Zhu Xuxing sent someone to send a message, he still lingered at the door.
"Master Hou."
Xu Zhihuai spoke softly, and when she saw him turning around suddenly, she knew that he was so lost in thought just now that he didn't even notice the sound of her footsteps coming over.
Wei Li looked at her coldly, his dark eyes hiding too many dark and unclear emotions.
"Won't the Marquis go in? All the officials of the third rank and above in the imperial court have gone in."
"Nothing to do with you."
"Master Marquis, the deceased has passed away, and the past grudges and grudges should also be over."
Xu Zhihuai said calmly.
If he didn't want to go in, he could have turned around and left, so why did he hesitate?
"You know it all."
"I don't want to meddle in other people's business."
"Then leave it alone."
Xu Zhihuai sighed softly: "Okay, I hope Lord Marquis will express my condolences."
She hurried past him, but he grabbed her wrist in the next second.
"Master Hou!"
Xu Zhihuai exclaimed.
Wei Li's eyes darkened: "Congratulations?"
Is a father who has never acknowledged his identity, a father who is aloof and treats him like a chess piece, worthy of his sorrow and mourning?
He never cared about him, not even a few words of praise.
In terms of strength, no one is Wei Li's opponent.
Xu Zhihuai struggled a few times, but in vain: "Master Hou is coming for me again? The emperor's coffin is right there. Shouldn't we be more solemn?"
Wei Li still didn't let go, but held on tighter.
"You came here on your own initiative, I didn't force you."
Xu Zhihuai's palms became sweaty and he sneered: "Yes, I shouldn't be soft-hearted, thinking that people like you will be sad, thinking that people like you also need comfort from others."
Wei Li's eyes darkened and he leaned closer: "How soft-hearted are you? What would you do if I asked you to comfort me? Tell me, what will you use to comfort me?"
Xu Zhihuai thought he must be crazy.
She struggled hard and finally pushed him away.
"With this little sincerity? What else can you say to comfort me? Forget it, I have nothing to offer you anyway."
Wei Li didn't bother to insist. After saying this, he turned around and left.
After the child's hour passed, Zhu Xuxing was still kneeling in front of his father's soul, motionless.
Xu Zhihuai brought the food box and advised softly, "Your Highness, you only drank one glass of water from morning to night. You won't be able to survive this."
She opened the food box, took out the freshly cooked grain porridge, and said in a pleading tone: "Your Highness, please eat something, please..."
Zhu Xuxing couldn't help her soft plea, turned around, and barely took two bites with her hand.
His lips were chapped due to lack of water. A small bloody mouth burst open with a slight movement, and blood flowed out instantly.
Xu Zhihuai was heartbroken and quickly pressed his lips with a handkerchief.
Zhu Xuxing lowered his eyes, looked at the dazzling red on the handkerchief, and sighed: "I will stay here tonight. After dawn, I will personally send my father to the imperial mausoleum. It will take three to five days to get there." Come back. Wait for me in the palace, don’t worry."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Xu Zhihuai couldn't bear to disturb his grief, so he turned around and came to Zhu Weizhen, changed a white jade bowl, and filled her with some porridge.
Zhu Weizhen was stunned, neither speaking nor reacting.
"Your Highness, your body is in critical condition, please use some."
Xu Zhihuai persuaded softly.
Zhu Weizhen's lips trembled and he said in an extremely weak voice: "I'm not hungry..."
Then, she fell straight back and fainted from exhaustion.
She collapsed in Xu Zhihuai's arms, her face was bloodless, and her body was like a thin piece of paper.
Seeing this, Zhu Xuxing quickly stood up and picked up his eldest sister regardless of the pain in his legs, took her to the side hall to rest, and summoned the imperial physician for careful diagnosis and treatment.
Zhu Xuxing whispered to Xu Zhihuai with a deep look in his eyes: "Please help me keep an eye on the eldest sister and don't let her...think wildly."
"yes."
Xu Zhihuai asked his slave to send a message back that Jinhua should sleep with An'er tonight, and she would stay here to accompany Zhu Weizhen through this difficult night.
It was still a while before dawn, so Xu Zhihuai asked the maid to bring an extra charcoal basin to make the room warmer.
Zhu Weizhen came to his senses and saw Xu Zhihuai sitting at the table, cooking tea with his bare hands, looking very presentable.
Seeing that she was awake, Xu Zhihuai smiled slightly and said, "I learned all these skills from His Highness. I'm going to give it a try today. I wonder if I can satisfy you?"
Zhu Weizhen pondered for a moment and then said softly: "The prince asked you to look at me."
"Yes, Your Highness just fainted."
Zhu Weizhen stood up slowly, his voice slightly hoarse: "I didn't faint, I was just too tired."
"Your Highness, please express your condolences."
Xu Zhihuai stood up and brought tea to her, but she didn't take it, and then said the same thing as Wei Li: "My condolences?"
Zhu Weizhen raised the corners of his mouth and showed a wry smile: "How sad."
Xu Zhihuai lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Maybe this is blood connection and tacit understanding?
Zhu Weizhen was very honest: "Everything today is all my own doing. You think I'm scary, right? Killing the king, killing the father, and strategizing. I have been planning these things since I returned to Beijing these years..."
"The past is past, we must always look forward."
Zhu Weizhen smiled again, and then took the tea she handed him: "There is no one behind me, and the front of me... is also pitch black."
She seemed to have won and had a fight, but she had no benefit at all.
She lost another relative, a close relative.
"Your Highness and the Crown Prince are here too."
Xu Zhihuai reminded her softly: "Your Highness has been supporting the Crown Prince wholeheartedly until today. You cannot give up easily."
"I'm so tired."
Zhu Weizhen was not struck down by guilt and sadness. There was too much fatigue accumulated in her body.
"Then your Highness, take a good rest first, and we will discuss the future matters in the long term. Your Highness, after drinking this cup of tea, have a good sleep first. When daybreak comes, we will definitely see hope."
Zhu Weizhen pursed his lips: "You are really good at coaxing people. Normally, I would only think you are hypocritical and scheming after hearing these words, but today I am willing to believe that you are sincere."
"I mean it, Your Highness."
Xu Zhihuai has a pair of eyes that can speak, revealing sincerity that is trustworthy.
"Okay, I'll wait and see what the hope is tomorrow."
Zhu Weizhen took a long breath, drank all the tea, and let Xu Zhihuai help her lie down. She closed her eyes quietly, hoping that someone would come to her in her dream tonight.
