The Scheming of the Heaven 015 The King's Heart Disease

  The king's face was still pale as he walked out of the Buddha hall, holding a silk handkerchief to his lips to suppress a faint cough, and on his body there was an additional white cloak.

  The large canopy was made of white silk, with snow-white fox fur sewn on the windscreen. The white fox fur danced in the whistling cold wind, setting off her elegant and clean face like white jade. However, on Wang's face, which was as elegant as white jade, there was a hint of melancholy that was hard to describe, a mixture of worry, sadness, thoughtfulness, and pain, all accumulated at the corners of his eyes.

  No one can see the sorrow, thought and pain accumulated under his calm appearance.

  Except for Lan's nanny, no one in the room knew how cold and desperate he was at this moment.

  Madam Lan watched as the young master slowly left with Xiao Li's support, and her mood also became somewhat heavy. She knew that Miss's decision was too important, although it was for Young Master Wang and for the old master's family, but it still hurt the king's heart.

  All these years, because of the previous emperor's wish for Wang Ye, he has been waiting silently, waiting for the opportunity to reunite with his mother and daughter. However, year after year, Little Wang Ye has been waiting since he was six years old when he left the palace, and after fifteen years, his hopes were dashed. How much pain, bitterness, and hurt must be in Wang Ye's heart?

  Wei Zhong and a group of people from the Imperial Household Department quietly followed three steps behind Prince Huai.

  All that entered his eyes was desolation, and this desolation pierced the heart of Huai Wang. His mother had sealed away her most beautiful years in this desolate place just so he could live; how could this not make him feel a deep sorrow?

  The pardon gold plaque left by his father before his death was his hope.

  Now his daughter wants to give the pardon gold plaque to the daughter of the person he hates, how can he accept this?

  Yes, he hates. He has a boundless hatred in his heart. The hope left by the Emperor Father is his expectation, but he can survive the physical pain and live until today because of the hatred in his heart that supports him.

  He resented his father's incompetence back then, but he hated even more the cruelty of his ninth brother who had ascended to the throne.

  He could never forget the feeling of being pushed into the icy lake water at the age of three, that unspeakable yet always making him shudder with coldness, and... the one who had used all his strength to save him was only one year older than him, but clearly took care of him like an elder brother, little Rui'er.

  No one knew that he was able to narrowly escape with his life because at the critical moment, Xiao Rui helped him out and he was rescued first.

  But picking up a life, he still ended up with heart and lung damage, becoming a disabled person. Living became a torment. Every time he wanted to give up on himself, he would think of Xiaorui holding him up in the icy lake water with both hands.

  How dare he die?

  He had secretly told himself that no matter how hard this life was, he would live on, for his mother and also for Xiao Rui'er.

  "Your Highness." Little Li suddenly whispered a low reminder while supporting Prince Wang.

  The king's body stiffened for a moment, and he suppressed the chill and hatred in his heart. He slowly raised his head.

  At the end of the long corridor, a figure was slowly approaching. Almost at a glance, Prince Wang knew who this person was!

  A person wearing a plain white palace dress, with a red brocade cloak draped outside, the plain white and festive bright red forming a sense of discord. A head of black hair hangs down on that bright red cloak, the cloak is a bit big, the body is still slender, the waist is weak, elegant and soft.

  A delicate and perfect face, like a calm lake, peaceful and waveless, yet already showing an extraordinary beauty.

  The king did not stop, and Yuan Wuyou did not stop either. They kept getting closer and closer until they could see each other clearly.

  Yu Wuyou's clear eyes swept a glance, but one glance was enough for her to see the young man in front of her clearly. His eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, his posture was elegant and refined, quiet and gentle like a delicate flower reflected in water, his movements were as soft as a willow swaying in the wind. However, all these were just superficial, she thought of a verse that seemed to describe him better:

  Sleeping in late is hard to hate.

  Self-pity is unbecoming at all times.

  Sometimes producing small red peaches, elegant and refined, still retaining a slender and delicate snowy frosty beauty.

  Let your idle heart follow the natural state of things, what's the matter? Wine brings a subtle flush to jade-like skin.

  The old poet doesn't know Meg, he recites poems, and looks at green leaves and blue twigs.

  In the fleeting moment when their bodies crossed paths, both of them had a faint, almost imperceptible curve at the corner of their mouths, as if smiling yet not quite, as if cold and mocking, yet merely elegant in passing each other by, neither lingering for the other even for an instant.

  Wei Zhong looked at the carefree Princess Yu who had just brushed past Emperor Huai, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the four eunuchs from the Imperial Palace standing behind him with shocked expressions. His eyebrows furrowed as he wondered whether or not to pay respects, but unexpectedly, he saw the four eunuchs exchange a glance and then, in perfect sync, bow their heads to return the courtesy to Princess Yu who had just bowed her head to them.

  "I have seen the princess before."

  Wei Zhong was somewhat surprised, but after the surprise, he also felt a sense of clarity in his heart. The incident that occurred at Liang Jing Palace this afternoon had already spread everywhere. It was just because the Fourth Princess mentioned Wu You Palace, and as a result, Consort Liang was demoted to Guiren, Seventh Prince was raised by Single Concubine, and the Fourth Princess was put under house arrest and would never be granted a title.

  This shows how great the emperor's anger is! Perhaps in the eyes of others, they will not understand why the emperor is so angry.

  However, some clever and astute people in the Imperial Palace and the Cold Palace have sensed something.

  Yu Worry faced the four eunuchs of the inner palace, neither happy nor sad, but calmly nodded slightly towards them and walked forward with ease.

  On the long corridor, the cold wind was biting, and the two of them walked in opposite directions, each on their own path.

  With Xiao Lizi's support, Prince Huai walked in front of the sedan chair, turned his head and glanced at the towering Yuanleng Palace before bowing down to enter the soft sedan.

  As soon as they exited the East Gate of the palace, four slave servants from the Marquis's residence came forward to take over the sedan chair.

  Xiao Lizi respectfully bowed to the four eunuchs in charge of the inner palace affairs, quietly slipping a silver ingot into each of their sleeves. He smiled obsequiously: "Thank you, honorable sirs, for escorting our prince out of the palace."

  The four eunuchs exchanged a glance, and the one in charge smiled while weighing the silver in his hand, saying: "Being able to serve His Highness is a blessing for us slaves."

  Everyone knows that the king's body is not good, relying on himself can't walk to the cold palace, when the emperor gave him the royal mansion, he also gave him a soft sedan chair to enter the palace.

  Fortunately, King Huai only entered the palace once a year, and at other times he never entered the palace. He would not attend the annual banquet in the imperial palace, otherwise who knows how much gossip would be stirred up?

  After all, under the heavens, apart from the Emperor himself, who dares to ride a sedan chair within the palace?

  Shengyang Palace, Imperial Study Room.

  It is said that the King of Huai stayed in the cold palace for half an hour and then came out. Now that he has left the palace, Emperor Qing waved his hand indifferently, indicating that Shi Ji did not need to report again.

  "Your humble servant takes his leave!" Shi Ji bowed and backed out, just as he was about to exit the inner palace, Emperor Qing spoke up.

  "Wait a minute—"

  Shi Ji took small steps forward and waited respectfully.

  "You go back to the Imperial Palace again, and the food, clothing, shelter and travel of Princess Worry-Free will be taken care of by the Imperial Palace."

  The heart skipped a beat, the four words "Wu You Gong Zhu" are enough to represent everything. It seems that the master has indeed taken pity on Wu You Gong Zhu, but although he pitied her, he was clearer than anyone else that the master would never pardon Wu You Gong Zhu.

  On the one hand, the imperial edict had already been clearly announced to the world, and the master would never go back on his word.

  On the other hand, it is also very important that at present, both the imperial court and the harem are in a state of unrest. In a few more years, I'm afraid several princes will also be eager to compete for the position of East Palace. If the emperor pardons Princess Worry-Free, won't he be giving those princes a glimmer of hope? Does he think that the emperor has paternal feelings towards his children?

  The eunuch bowed his head low: "Your humble servant obeys your orders."

  It's also good this way, although the Emperor said he wouldn't pardon Princess Worry-Free, she can still live a relatively better life in the Cold Palace. By now, Princess Worry-Free may have already gotten used to the life in the Cold Palace and naturally won't yearn for freedom that much anymore. Whether Master forgives her or not is no longer important; being able to live without worrying about food and clothing in the Cold Palace is also her best outcome.

  The Marquis's Mansion.

  As soon as Marquis Huai entered the mansion, Dr. Pei, who had been waiting there early, came forward to take his pulse.

  "Doctor Pei, how is the condition of our Wang Ye?" Little Li Zi asked anxiously. Every year after Wang Ye returned from the palace, he would fall seriously ill, so every year on this day, the Huai Wang Fu would summon Doctor Pei to be on standby early in the morning.

  Pei Taizhong looked at the bed and saw that Prince Huai was half asleep due to catching a cold wind. He closed his eyes, carefully felt the pulse, then withdrew his hand: "Your humble servant will prepare a few more medicinal patches for Your Highness to take, cannot let Your Highness catch another cold."

  "I understand, but..." Little Li's face turned worried. The king and the queen meet once a year, let alone the freezing weather outside, even if there was an earthquake, the king would still risk his life to enter the palace to see the queen.

  After Pei Taoyi prescribed the good medicine, he looked at Prince Huai who was lingering on his sickbed and sighed secretly. Every year when Prince Huai returned to the palace, his condition would worsen. It's not that he caught a cold outside and had a relapse, but rather this is Prince Huai's heart disease. However, no one can cure this heart disease.

  He was a royal physician in this palace, and he had seen too many things, more than the lucky ones of King Huai, and even more than the unlucky ones.

  In this world, except for the emperor, everyone has helpless bondage and torment!