Would You Like to Have A Drink - Chapter 35.1

The Qingsi ceremony was about to begin when Emperor Yuan became so angry and anxious that he vomited blood, then lost his temper again regardless of the imperial physician’s interference. At the moment, acupuncture, rest, and recuperation were necessary, and further activities were not appropriate.

Several imperial physicians persuaded and advised, but Emperor Yuan turned a deaf ear to it. He acted immediately and asked Yuan Jia to take an imperial decree and post it up, offering vigorous rewards for the appearance of famous doctors from all over the world.

The prince in white listened quietly, his fingers tucked under his long sleeves clenched tightly, his fingertips turned white, and an unknown fire burned in his heart, becoming more and more intense.

This was completely different from Zong Luo’s previous plan.

He never thought that after he “resurrected from the dead,” Emperor Yuan would pay so much attention to him because of his blindness.

In every plan Zong Luo envisioned, Emperor Yuan should not be behaving like this. At most, it would be just one or two words of symbolic concern, asking the imperial physician to take a look at him, and only superficially rewarding him with something.

Just like… every time in the past.

Zong Luo used to be a proton in Wei Kingdom and suffered all kinds of contemptuous looks; he learned skills and knowledge in the Ghost Valley, and there was not a single piece of skin on his body that was intact.

He once led an army in battle, and the enemy’s long saber-like tip halberd went directly under his arm, almost killing him. If it weren’t for the miraculous doctor still being alive, he might have ended up permanently disabled.

He was seriously injured and on the verge of death at that time. He was put on a stretcher by his Xuan Cavalry brothers and brought back to the Imperial City. The imperial physician looked at it and shook his head, almost saying that he should prepare for what was to happen afterwards. Even so, he still never saw Emperor Yuan come to see him once.

Zong Luo admitted that when Emperor Yuan placed his hand on his head and said those words just now, if he insisted that it didn’t stir up some feelings somewhere, then saying the opposite of what one meant was really too ugly.

It’s just that after being touched, he thought about it a little deeper and found it ironic and funny.

There had been so many times in the past, but none of them had come as a surprise. At present, because he did not gain the high prestige like in his previous life after the Battle of Hangu Pass, and because he became blind and could no longer inherit the throne, he gained more condescending care that he could not ask for in his previous life…

Isn’t that funny?

Like keeping pets, there would be a time to develop some affection after so many years.

But even if one kept a pet, he would not suddenly open the door one day and let the pet out of the house. Let alone wait for the pet to bear the wind and rain and look with eager eyes as it ran back—he would just kill the pet.

He also didn’t need this hypocritical concern at all.

Zong Luo didn’t know where the courage came from and retorted forcefully.

“Father Emperor should also listen to the imperial physician’s words and focus on the dragon body.”

After speaking, Zong Luo came to his senses and felt annoyed.

He had accumulated two lifetimes’ worth of anger in his heart, and there were so many resentments towards Emperor Yuan’s indifference and coldness. But when he spoke out just now, instead, it seemed like he was taking the initiative to care about his father’s body, which was absolutely ridiculous.

Speaking like this was definitely an inevitable crime of rebuttal with strong and inappropriate words.

Zong Luo stood up straight, and the blood that fell from his forehead before was still sticky on his face.

Emperor Yuan didn’t like others caring about his body the most. The heavier it was, death would be bestowed, and if light, then it would be punishment by flogging.

In history, so many emperors died of sudden death after eating poisonous elixir and suffering from chronic erysipelas because they were seeking the immortal way. Many of them were wise monarchs who had made contributions and created a prosperous era.

Even the true dragon emperor, when in old age, wouldn’t be able to escape the fear of death.

The same as back then, when Zong Luo ventured to persuade Emperor Yuan not to accept the elixir offered by Zong Chengsi on his birthday, as a result, he was given the cold shoulder in court. Moreover, if the tyrant listened to others’ opinions now, then he would not be a tyrant.

Just when Zong Luo was thinking wildly, Emperor Yuan finally spoke.

The monarch’s voice was still calm and cold, without any emotion. “Yuan Jia.”

Yuan Jia responded quickly, “The servant is here.”

“Let the Great Witch postpone the Qingsi ceremony until the afternoon and ask Pei Qianxue to come over.”

“The original plan was postponed; simply say that Zhen received a battle report from the frontlines, and there was an urgent matter to be dealt with. Just now, the matter should be well taken care of with underlying meaning, and no one is allowed to disclose it. Anyone who violates the order will die.”

“Yes.”

Yuan Jia had followed Emperor Yuan for many years, and he had already understood that all unrelated people who just saw Emperor Yuan vomiting blood had been properly dealt with. Except for the imperial physician and confidants, no more people should know.

Emperor Yuan called both the imperial physician and the witch doctor over and asked the Great Witch to inform the courtiers to postpone the time of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony. He stubbornly stuck to his own ideas and refused to listen to other people’s advice, insisting on taking care of Zong Luo’s eyes properly, and only then would he willingly let go.

Immediately afterwards, one order after another, commands were given in an orderly manner.

Finally, Emperor Yuan paused.

He took the handkerchief from the servant’s side tray, and with a cold face, he awkwardly wiped off the blood on the face of the prince in white.

“…pass on to the imperial physician, continue to give Zhen acupuncture.”

“Third Highness, please follow this servant to this side.”

In front of him was an elderly servant carrying a hanging lantern. They walked along the winding corridors of the witch temple, turning left and right, guiding the way with his voice, and finally brought the prince in white to a wing room.

When Zong Luo was talking to Emperor Yuan just now, Yuan Jia was guarding outside and naturally listened to the whole conversation.

Having to be treated again, he should move back to the Third Prince’s Mansion afterwards. After today, even if Emperor Yuan promised him not to formally restore his status as a prince in the court, the whole world should have already guessed that the Third Prince of Great Yuan with an undetermined outcome whether alive or dead had instead become an amnesiac and blind person.

This was exactly what Zong Luo wanted.

“Eunuch Yuan, please don’t call me that.”

Zong Luo said with a bitter smile, “I am really ashamed of what I look like now.”

“Your Highness, that’s not true. His Majesty has said everything; no matter what, you will always be the Third Prince of Great Yuan.”

Yuan Jia continued in a low voice, “Your Highness, please don’t compromise yourself. Without you… the Imperial City may have already fallen and the common people may have already been forced to leave their homes and wander about. You are the hero of Great Yuan, and you are by no means a useless person.”