Chapter 34
She knew a little about the royal family, but had also been to the Hell's Hall. She didn't have the guts for gossip, and besides... with His Your Majesty's amorous nature, it was hard to believe he would care so much about someone.
Author's Note:
Looking at my drafts, there are only a few chapters left before Volume Two begins~~~QAQ Actually, my drafts for Volume Two aren't very plentiful, and I feel like I'm about to run out of chapters. Seeing that several friends registered specifically for me moved me to tears, and I'm turning into a typewriter!!! I'll work hard to fill this huge pit as soon as possible, and then dig a new one to bury you all!!
Chapter 35, Chapter Thirty-Four
"Hey, who are you offering sacrifices to?" A deep male voice came from behind Zhu Bafu.
"Young Master! Shh!!" She raised her hand, hurriedly gesturing for the Young Master to be quiet, and her eyes were also urging him to speak. Young Master, you're such a pig-like teammate! You can tell this embarrassing thing just by looking at it, why did you have to ask?!
"Whom do you think I'm offering sacrifices to, Little Jing?" His Your Majesty didn't seem to care. He slightly turned his head, then looked back at the memorial Memorial Tablet, stood up, and offered the incense to Memorial Tablet.
"That's why I'm asking you. Aren't you the Emperor Father? If you're the Emperor Father, who else in this world needs your worship?"
"Young Master! Please stop! Your Majesty, the Young Master meant no harm; he didn't intentionally disrespect your beloved... uh..."
"My favorite?" His Your Majesty tilted his head, then glanced again at the memorial Memorial Tablet on the offering table. "My favorite?"
"Yes. Isn't that the girl you loved most when you ascended the throne?"
"My favorite girl?"
"Alas, Your Majesty, this humble subject understands. Neither I nor the Young Master will utter a word. Originally... a prince and a commoner's daughter was a beautiful story, but in the end, things changed and people were no longer the same. The disparity in your status ultimately prevented you from being together. You held the world in your hands but could not hold her soft hand. Before you could fulfill your promise to marry her as your Noble Consort, she passed away from unrequited love, leaving Your Majesty alone in this world. It's truly tragic..." After saying this, Zhu Bafu shook his head with a sigh.
"And then?" The emperor raised an eyebrow, looking at the memorial Memorial Tablet in the temple, eagerly awaiting the exciting sequel.
"And then? And then you felt empty, lonely and cold. None of the Imperial Harem could capture your heart. All the girls in the world seemed to be nothing more than her shadows. She was the love of your life. No wonder you always left the palace to go to those places. It was mainly to cover up your presence here to pay respects to your deceased loved ones!"
He clapped loudly a few times, and he really had to applaud this superb divergent thinking and arrangement ability. "Pig Kid, you're really wasting your talent by not writing Erotic Book and instead going to study at the Dongxu Mansion."
"... Little Eight... so you read those Erotic Book too."
Huh? Even the Young Master is criticizing her? Her deduction is definitely accurate, right? There's no way she's wrong! He's come to worship the love of his life!
"Pig Kid, I am offering sacrifices to men."
"... Your Majesty, do you also have that kind of fetish?" A fondness for men, for example...
"I'll kill your head!" the emperor threatened, baring his teeth.
"Little Eight, what do you mean by that 'also'?" The Young Master bit his lip and insisted.
Your Majesty stepped forward and stopped in front of her, raising his eyes to gaze at the Young Master standing to one side. His eyes were full of scrutiny, as if trying to find clues in the Young Master. His thin lips curved slightly, and he smiled, "However, there's one thing the Pig Kid is right about. I do want to keep things under wraps. After all... this is where my Imperial Father is enshrined."
Father... Imperial Father?
A sudden numbness ran through Zhu Bafu, and he knelt down abruptly. "Your Majesty, please forgive Your Majesty! This humble subject... this humble subject's wild guesses have disturbed the late emperor's presence!"
This is troublesome. They thought the amorous emperor was just paying respects to his lover, but who knew that the memorial Memorial Tablet was actually the Late Emperor's spirit tablet... the Late Emperor's spirit tablet... wait... the Late Emperor's spirit tablet is clearly enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Imperial Ancestral Temple in the inner courtyard of the palace, how could it possibly be in this small side temple on the outskirts of the Capital?
Moreover, when the current emperor wishes to pay homage to the Late Emperor, it should be a grand and solemn act of filial piety, with a large entourage. Why then does he need to hide and conceal the matter by placing the Late Emperor's memorial tablet in this small temple for worship?
This... could it really be as Father said before...?
"That Imperial Uncle in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, whom I never met during my lifetime, is someone I must worship on the first and fifteenth of each month, on major festivals and holidays. Meanwhile, my biological father can only be enshrined in this small temple, hidden from the light of day. I want to come and worship him, but I have to hide and conceal myself. Ha. What a ridiculous farce." A slow, clear voice, filled with deep resentment, drifted from above Zhu Bafu's head. She bent over, lowered her head, bit her lip tightly, and remained silent. Only a cold, mocking laugh came from that clear voice, which then spoke again in a low voice.
"Just because I inherited the throne, I must honor the late Late Emperor as my father. The supreme Imperial Father, who else could it be but the Late Emperor? Therefore, they want me to relegate my biological father to a corner, hidden from view, not even by myself, not to be worshipped, not even by myself, forcing me to believe that I have only one biological father, and no one else but the Late Emperor." He raised his hand, his fingertips peeking out from his Wide Sleeves, his long, narrow black eyes narrowing. Suddenly, he grabbed the Young Master's collar, raising an eyebrow. "Little Jing, you be the judge, is this reasonable?"
"..."
Is there any reason for your father to pressure me like this?
"..." Looking down, Li Chenjing saw his collar being suddenly grabbed and pursed his lips. The Holy Emperor, who had just been laughing and joking, seemed to have suddenly become a different person. He turned his head slightly, his Phoenix Eyes filled with a faint frost, and although his lips were curved, the temperature dropped to freezing point.
"I am the emperor, hahahaha! What kind of emperor is an emperor who can't even openly worship his own father? Tell me, has your Li Household ever truly treated me as emperor?"