CH 111.2

Translator – Xiao He Lian

Chapter 111.2

“The emperor, he…” He Yu’s voice paused, those lies were stuck in his throat and he was suppressed by an emotion called fear and he couldn’t squeeze them out. He swallowed carefully, not daring to lie, ” He just woken up.”

“Very good.” Shi Ye said, “Lead Bengong to him.”

“But, but…” He Yu said tremblingly, “The emperor said he wanted to meet…”

Before he could say the word “Concubine Rong”, He Yu saw His Highness raised his hand from the corner of his eye, followed by a force that struck his chest, and before he could react to what was happening, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if countless ants were gnawing at his heart at the same time.

He Yu stayed in the palace for decades, climbing from the bottom to the emperor’s side, step by step, what kind of punishment has he not received?

But at this moment, he couldn’t resist kneeling on the floor in an instant and wiped his forehead with the back of his trembling hand.

When he looked down, the back of his hand was covered in cold sweat.

The voice of His Highness the Crown Prince sounded above his head: “I don’t want to say the same thing a second time.”

“Yes.” He Yu was so frightened that he didn’t even dare to mention the word “Concubine Rong”, let alone leave His highness to invite Concubine Rong. He got up timidly, “Your Royal Highness, please follow me.”

There were only a few candles lit in the bedchamber and the sky outside was so gloomy that no sunlight could be seen, so the light in the bedchamber was dim.

But that was enough, as the emperor did not like bright light after falling ill.

He Yu saw those eunuchs and maids standing in front of the bed from a distance, so he knew that the emperor hadn’t passed out yet, so he quickened his pace and walked to the bed with his head buried in his chest.

The emperor was indeed awake. Hearing the movement, it took a while for his cloudy eyes to focus and he slowly looked behind him, his dry lips opened and closed with difficulty: “Concubine Rong…”

“Your Majesty.” He Yu said stiffly, “His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has come to see you.”

He didn’t know if the emperor didn’t understand what he said or didn’t want to hear this answer at all, so he just said: “Let Concubine Rong come.”

He Yu was in a dilemma, with cold sweat on his clenched hands: “Your Majesty, it is still raining outside, and His Highness the Crown Prince has been waiting outside for a long time to see His Majesty, so I took the liberty to invite His Highness in first.”

After saying this, He Yu suddenly felt a person walking behind him, and soon, the crown prince said behind him: “All of you leave.”

He Yu struggled for a moment and glanced at the silent emperor on the bed. But in the end, his fear of the crown prince prevailed and he hurriedly led a group of eunuchs and maids and walked away as if fleeing.

Shi Ye was expressionless, looking down at the emperor who was barely breathing. He said: “You are dying.”

The emperor closed his eyes, finally gave up his obsession with seeing Concubine Rong and struggled to squeeze out a sentence: “Zhen1(self proclaimed title for an emperor)… is ready.”

Shi Ye said, “Are you willing to give up all of this?”

The emperor stared blankly at the bright yellow curtain on the top of the bed and after a while, he grinned at himself mockingly: “I’m tired of being a puppet, so it might be a good thing to give up.”

Shi Ye’s pale cheeks were rendered a dim yellow by the candlelight, his expression was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, only the long eyelashes drooping slightly trembled, revealing his thoughts in the end.

He stared at the emperor’s face intently but he never got the emperor’s attention.

After a while, he finally couldn’t hold back and said, “As long as you ask, I can save you.”

The emperor said, “With your blood?”

Shi Ye was silent.

The emperor shook his head lightly: “I appreciate your kindness and I have received too much favor from the Hua family.”

When Hua Yanran saved him with blood, he almost lost half of his life with it. If he had a chance to choose again, he would definitely not let his life be branded as “Hua Yanran”.

It was enough for such a thing to happen once and he didn’t want it to happen with Hua Yanran’s son again.

Shi Ye looked at the emperor’s waxen face and said: “I have another method.”

With those words, he spread his palm and showed a small stone strung in a red rope in front of the emperor’s eyes, “It may save your life.”

After the emperor saw the stone in front of him clearly, a little surprise appeared on his sluggish face: “This, this is…” After a pause, he continued, “This thing has been missing for many years, how did it fall into your hands?”

Shi Ye didn’t answer the emperor’s question, but said, “I’ll give it to you.”

The emperor recovered from his surprise, thought for a moment, then shook his head lightly again: “I don’t need it.”

Shi Ye tightened his palms.

He gripped the spirit stone so hard that he did not know if it was because he was clutching it with too much strength but his hands were shaking violently.

He stared at the emperor, his fierce eyes seeming to see through the emperor: “You really don’t want it?”

The emperor still said the same thing: “I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot afford it.”

Shi Ye withdrew his hand, his figure swayed slightly and he smiled: “You can’t afford it, if the person who brought this spiritual stone was not me, but your good son Shi Jin, you would have happily accepted it, right?”

The emperor opened his mouth but no word came and finally closed his eyes silently, acquiescing to Shi Ye’s words.