The emperor pushed Gao Fu away.
He wanted to keep going.
His Nianli is still lying there.
Just a few days ago, the child held up a teacup and cautiously asked him if his father could drink more hot tea when he had a headache.
That child is clearly still very young.
The emperor's knuckles turned white from pressing down, but his gaze never left Gu Moyuan's face.
"Seize the Crown Prince and imprison him in the Lesser Yang Courtyard."
He took a deep breath and kept his voice low.
"Seal off the Plum Garden. No one present here today is permitted to leave the palace."
The emperor took two steps, and suddenly a strange gurgling sound came from his throat.
The seven beauties behind him turned pale.
Someone reached out to help, and just as they touched the emperor's sleeve, the emperor bent over, his chest heaving violently.
The next moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood mist dispersed in the snowy light, covering the faces and bodies of several beauties in front of them.
The group of people were stunned at first, then screamed.
Someone got blood in their eyes, covered their face, and collapsed onto the snow.
Some people were so frightened that they stepped back, tripped over their skirts, and tumbled into the snowdrift under the plum tree.
Some people stared at the blood on their sleeves, mouths agape but unable to utter a sound.
After spitting out the blood, the emperor swayed.
Gao Fu's face turned pale with fright, and he rushed forward to hug the emperor.
"His Majesty!"
The emperor's eyes were open, but his gaze had already wandered.
His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only exhaled a rapid breath.
His body fell straight backward.
Gao Fu and the two eunuchs barely managed to catch him, but they were still dragged down to their knees in the snow.
His Majesty has passed away!
Gao Fu shouted, his voice carrying through the Plum Garden.
The words had barely left his mouth when he shuddered in shock. How could he have blurted out what was on his mind?
He quickly raised his hand and slapped himself.
"No, His Majesty has fainted!"
"Imperial Physician!"
"Summon all imperial physicians to the palace!"
"Close the palace gates! No one is allowed to leave!"
The Plum Garden was in complete chaos.
The imperial physician ran this way carrying his medicine chest, the eunuchs stumbled and staggered to carry a soft couch, and the guards drew their swords to seal off all the palace gates.
The Empress remained kneeling beside Gu Nianli.
Her fingers touched her son's face, as if trying to bring back the warmth that had dissipated.
Consort Xian stood in the snow and suddenly turned to look at Gu Moyuan.
Gu Moyuan was also looking at her.
The mother and son gazed at each other for a long time.
Consort Xian did not go forward to hug him.
She simply raised her hand slowly, pointed at him, her voice hoarse.
"You've shattered your own life."
Gu Moyuan's face turned deathly pale.
He opened his mouth, as if to say no.
The implication was that the Empress wanted to depose him.
He felt like everyone was pressuring him.
But these words stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say them.
The Imperial Guard led his men to the front of the warm pavilion.
He glanced at the Fifth Prince's corpse on the ground, then at the Crown Prince, his grip on the hilt of his sword tightening.
"By order of His Majesty."
The commander's voice was deep.
"Crown Prince Gu Moyuan is to be immediately detained at the Lesser Yang Courtyard. Without imperial decree, he is not to be moved."
Gu Moyuan suddenly looked up.
Will Father wake up again?
The commander did not answer.
Two Imperial Guard stepped forward, their iron chains making a dull thud as they dragged them across the snow.
Consort Xian closed her eyes.
The empress finally raised her face, her eyes first showing panic, then a sharp hatred.
She stared at the Crown Prince, at the Consort Xian, and at the blood scattered on the ground.
She had painstakingly planned for so many years, supporting the crown prince, suppressing the concubines, and protecting the empress, but now all that remained was the corpse of her son and the crown prince who had personally murdered his brother.
The Imperial Guard guards fastened iron chains to Gu Moyuan's wrists.
As the iron ring closed, Gu Moyuan glanced down at it.
He suddenly smiled again.
This time the laughter was very soft.
"My father won't depose me."
No one answered him.
Snow fell on his shoulders and slowly melted into water.
Not far away, the emperor was carried onto a soft couch, his face already drained of color.
Gao Fu ran alongside, shouting orders at the top of his lungs.
"Seal off the Plum Garden."
"All imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Bureau, proceed immediately to the Hall of Supreme Ultimate."
"Go and invite the Prime Minister, go and invite the regents."
"Anyone who dares to leak this news today will be beaten to death!"
The palace gates closed one by one in the wind and snow.
The snow fell heavier and heavier over the capital.
The world is about to change.
Lesser Yang Courtyard was cold and damp, with moldy straw piled up in the corner.
Once the door was closed, the sound of the wind and snow outside was reduced to a faint sob.
Gu Moyuan sat on the edge of the wooden couch, his hands chained in front of him.
The wound on his palm, cut by the shattered jade, had dried, but the blood clung to his skin, causing a sharp pain with the slightest movement.
He did not allow anyone to apply the medicine.
They didn't even drink the hot soup that was brought in.
He just kept his head down, looking at the blood on his hands over and over again.
The clanging of chains came from outside the door.
The guards have changed shifts.
Gu Moyuan raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the gap Chancellery.
A sliver of dim, yellow light shone through the crack.
He suddenly remembered Gu Nianli's words when he was holding the chessboard. "Big brother, don't take it."
The child's voice was very soft.
Why didn't he stop then?
Gu Moyuan couldn't understand it.
All he remembered was seeing the chessboard and feeling that everyone was laughing at him.
The Empress wanted to support her fifth brother.
The Chen Family is getting a new leader.
His father thought he was childless.
Consort Xian was always crying.
The palace servants in the Eastern Palace all bowed their heads when they saw him.
Even that crazy girl Gu Moli dared to give him attitude.
When he grabbed the chessboard, all he wanted to do was smash everything in front of him.
But now, it is he himself who is truly broken.
Outside the door, Consort Xian stood under the eaves.
She wore a black cloak, the scratches on her face had not yet faded, and her hair was hastily retied.
She came twice.
I always stood outside the door and never went in.
The guard asked cautiously, "Your Highness, would you like to pass on a message?"
After a long silence, Consort Xian finally whispered, "No need."
She turned to leave, when Gu Moyuan's voice suddenly came from behind the iron gate.
"Mother."
The Consort Xian stopped.
Gu Moyuan's hoarse voice came through the heavy iron gate.
Has Father woken up?
Consort Xian did not turn around.
"Still not awake."
The room fell silent.
Consort Xian stood there, tears falling again.
She wanted to ask, "Why did you do that?"
She wanted to ask, why can't you tolerate it?
She wanted to say, "If you are truly deposed, your mother will stay with you."
But in the end, she said nothing.
They simply walked forward, their footsteps landing on the blue bricks of the long corridor, each one heavier than the last.
The Hall of Supreme Ultimate was filled with a pungent, overpowering smell of medicine.
The emperor lay on the dragon bed, one side of his face slightly tilted, with drool still lingering at the corner of his mouth.
The members of the Imperial Medical Bureau knelt beside the bed, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.
Elder Shen stood at the very front, his fingers resting on the emperor's wrist, remaining silent for a long time.
Gao Fu stood to the side, clutching a handkerchief in his hand, his fingertips pale and bloodless.
" Imperial Physician Shen, how is His Majesty?"
Elder Shen withdrew his hand, his voice very low.
"His Majesty is suffering from a sudden attack of anger and has also been exposed to the cold wind, causing phlegm and blood stasis to obstruct his meridians. He is now unconscious."
Gao Fu's face immediately fell.
When will he wake up?
[Thanks to Poker and Starry Sky for the milk tea, Yu Xin for the milk tea and capsules, Ziyou for the milk tea, Wu for the milk tea and likes, Baby for the likes, Gu Zong for the flowers, and everyone for their love and support...]