When they learned that Murong Jie had returned, everyone came. Murong Jie didn't want to see them, but since he was back, he had to see them.
There was nothing much to say, and no one wanted to comfort her, or say anything empty, like Zi'an would come back, she would be fine.
Everyone knows that these words are meaningless.
Even if Zi'an could escape from Chu Jing's clutches, how could he cure the poison of the Tongming Gu
The little emperor also came accompanied by his mother, the Empress Dowager.
The child, who is less than fifteen years old, looks very much like his father, but is more elegant than his father. He has this temperament at such a young age, and he has read a lot of books.
On the day he ascended the throne, he said in the court that he wanted to be a good emperor like the regent.
Some ministers secretly reminded that the regent was not the emperor, but the little emperor glared at him and said, "If I say yes, then it is."
No one objected. When the thirteen-year-old child sat there, he exuded a natural royal aura.
When the emperor saw Murong Jie, he knelt down and kowtowed. In the past, whether in the court or in the conference room facing the ministers, this emperor always acted like a mature man. Even in front of his mother, the empress dowager, he was always low-key and taciturn.
But when he saw Murong Jie, he knelt down and cried like a tearful person.
Although a child became emperor with the support of Prince of Yuedong and Academician Yuan, only he himself knew how much pressure he had to endure.
Murong Jie helped him up, wiped away his tears, and said, "You are the emperor now, an adult, you can't cry and throw tantrums like a child."
"My nephew misses his uncle, and I feel sad." After all, the emperor was just a half-grown child.
The Empress Dowager felt sad and turned her head to wipe away her tears.
The uncle and nephew talked in the study for about an hour. When the emperor came out, he pulled Murong Jie's sleeve like a child and said, "Uncle, don't leave anymore."
Murong Jie smiled, and it was a very sad smile. "I don't know. Let's wait and see."
It is almost summer now and the weather is gradually getting hotter, but the Empress Dowager feels that there is a sense of desolation about Murong Jie.
At his age, even if he is not dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse, he should be full of vigor and vitality. This kind of lifeless and bleakness can only be seen in old people.
The Empress Dowager felt sad when she thought of Zi'an. She had done many wrong things. Zi'an scolded her and made her wake up and become rational.
She just hoped that the wrong thing she did was not the reason for Zi'an's disappearance.
When she was leaving, she arrived at the door and said to the emperor, "Wait for me for a while. I'm going to talk to your uncle."
The emperor thought she was going to comfort Murong Jie, so he said, "Okay, I'll wait for my mother outside."
The Queen Mother walked back and saw Murong Jie still standing in front of the corridor looking at the falling flowers. She took a deep breath and walked over, "Your Majesty, I have something to say to you."
Murong Jie frowned slightly, "I probably know what the Queen Mother wants to say, but you don't have to say it."
The Queen Mother shook her head. "No, I'm trying to persuade Your Highness to relax. Your Highness, do you still remember the case in the suburbs? The case where the couple died together?"
Murong Jie slowly turned his face around, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "Of course I remember."
That case caused Zi'an to have nightmares for many days.
The Queen Mother saw his cold eyes and her heart trembled. She lowered her hands and clenched her fists tightly in her wide sleeves. She suppressed the fear in her heart and said guiltily: "That case was done by Concubine Yi's order. Before that case, I took Zi'an's hair and burned it together with the talisman given by Concubine Yi. It was a spell from the Xianbei."
Murong Jie was furious, "Why did you do this?"
The Queen Mother burst into tears and said, "I'm sorry, I had no choice."
"You had no choice? How many times have you had no choice? Why is it always like this? You hurt someone and then come out and say sorry, saying how you had no choice. You know what Zi'an has done for you and your son. She has forgiven you time and time again, and you have hurt her time and time again."
The Queen Mother was so ashamed of herself that she kept crying and saying sorry.
Murong Jie suppressed the rage in his heart and asked, "What will happen with this spell?"
The Empress Dowager sobbed and said, "At that time, Concubine Yi said that if this spell takes effect, it will cast a shadow on the person who is under the spell. Once a trigger is triggered, such as seeing someone die, seeing what I saw that day, the person will collapse and may commit suicide in the end, unless the person is mentally strong and can withstand the pull of the spell."
Murong Jie's whole body was cold, with rage boiling in his heart. He wished he could kill the woman in front of him with one palm.
Many people died in the Miaojiang Mountains at that time. If the death was a triggering factor, then how could Zi'an resist the influence of the curse
I also heard from Wu Yanzu that Zi'an started having nightmares again when he was in the mountain, proving that the symptoms had already appeared.
If Zi'an died from a curse, then the person who killed Zi'an was the woman in front of him who had received many favors from Zi'an.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Go away and don't appear in front of me again."
The Queen Mother looked at his extremely furious face and could not even say the word "sorry" that was on her lips, so she wiped her tears and left.
Murong Jie didn't know how she walked back to the room. In the past two years, she always had a glimmer of hope in her heart, that is, Zi'an had Scar Suo in his hand, and so many of Chu Jing's people had died, so with Chu Jing, she might still have a chance to survive.
But if the biggest enemy is herself, how can she resist
Sitting on the chair that Zi'an often sat on before, he felt like his heart was dead and even breathing had no meaning.
He covered his face with his hands, tears seeping out from between his fingers. It had been more than two years since Zi'an's accident, and he hadn't shed a single tear. He couldn't give up first.
But at this moment, he felt that all his efforts were self-deception.
There is nothing more terrible than despair.
Death is very domineering, but what is even more domineering than death is that you don’t know how she died. Zi’an’s disappearance has become a mystery. He wants to solve it, but he can’t solve it, and he can’t find her.
He searched for two years, trying to find evidence that she was still alive.
After returning to Beijing, all his hopes were extinguished.
Zian!
He was shouting this name madly in his heart. Over the years, he had always been talking to the air like a fool, pretending that he was still by his side.
The door was gently pushed open and Mammy walked in cautiously.
But he didn't say anything, just stood aside quietly.
Murong Jie restrained his expression and wanted her to leave.
When he looked up, the nanny suddenly said, "My lord, please let me stay here quietly for a while. I have been looking forward to having someone in this room for the past two years."
Her voice was tearful, and the sadness was so strong that it could not be dispelled.
Murong Jie's heart seemed to be hit all of a sudden, and the pain was unbearable!
(End of this chapter)