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The room fell into silence for a moment.
Then, a clattering noise erupted.
Following that, several voices, some strong and some aged, spoke in unison: "Please, Your Majesty, think twice!"
Huo Yun'ai's voice carried a hint of fatigue. "Sir, you are my teacher, and I have always respected you. At this moment, must you pressure me like this?"
"The Old Minister is not forcing Your Majesty in the capacity of the Imperial Teacher. It is simply that the Old Minister believes this matter is inappropriate!"
The palace door was not tightly shut.
Uncle Yu gestured for Qing Wu to step back slightly. He took half a step forward to the door and glanced inside.
Oh dear.
Seven or eight ministers were kneeling in the room, their heads touching the ground, their faces filled with sorrow.
Upon closer inspection...
Well, it was all civil officials this time.
This could be troublesome. The military officials were somewhat easier to deal with. What he feared most were the civil officials. Each one of them was too eloquent; they wouldn't stop until they had finished a long string of words.
Uncle Yu felt a bit of tension at the back of his head.
He had not been here earlier and did not know what had happened. When he saw Qing Wu arrive, he happily brought her in. Little did he know what drama was unfolding inside?
Regardless of what the ministers were arguing about, he was very concerned about Huo Yun'ai's situation. Although His Majesty appeared to be fine on the surface, he was closely attending to him and knew that His Majesty had been running a fever since yesterday and had not yet cooled down.
Moreover, from what he heard earlier, it seemed like there was a dispute with the ministers.
If this continued, His Majesty might not be able to withstand it.
The matter of the Emperor's illness cannot be casually spoken of...
Uncle Yu was anxiously thinking about how to temporarily resolve the current deadlock when he suddenly noticed the fluffy Tuan Tuan standing by his side.
The round girl was blinking her big eyes, peering inside. Moreover, her gaze was fixed on the Emperor.
Uncle Yu's eyes lit up; disregarding everything else, he feigned just arriving and called out, "Your Majesty, I have brought someone for you. May I ask if you would like to see her immediately?"
As soon as his voice rang out, the young man in the hall slowly turned his head to look over.
The youthful Emperor, dressed in white, stood in the hall. Warm sunlight streamed through the window and seemed to hesitate, stopping at his feet.
In the faint shadow, the young man's appearance was extraordinary; his brows and eyes were cold like a sharp blade, chilling to the extreme, sending shivers deep within one's heart.
Qing Wu felt her heart skip a beat at his piercing gaze and involuntarily took half a step back.
Just as she felt a bit flustered and wanted to escape, the young man visibly paused for a moment, then the coldness in his eyes gradually melted away, slowly taking on a hint of warmth.
Uncle Yu saw Huo Yun'ai's expression soften and knew the deadlock could be resolved. He hurriedly called out again, "Your Majesty?"
Huo Yun'ai's lips were still tightly pressed together, but his gaze was no longer as chilling as before.
He nodded at Uncle Yu and said, "Take her to the side hall to wait for me." Then he addressed those kneeling on the ground, "You may withdraw for now. We will discuss this matter later."
"But how can Your Majesty treat loyal subjects so casually!" A middle-aged man with a long beard stepped forward, speaking with great distress. "Lord Sha has followed the Former Emperor for many years, fighting on the battlefield; he has not only merits but also hardships. What you are doing now is truly..."
"Ah? It seems I arrived at an inconvenient time?"
A lazy voice sounded as Zheng Ning stepped into the room. Looking around, he fixed his gaze on the bearded man. "Oh? Big brother? What brings you here? Oh, are you here to give lessons to His Majesty? That's quite good. Why don't I join in and listen too?"
"Absurd!" Zheng An rebuked from his kneeling position. "Speaking recklessly without understanding the situation, who allowed you to do this!"
Zheng Ning lazily yawned, "If I heard correctly, it's about General Sha, right? I remember he seems to be heavily involved in the corruption case. Hasn't His Majesty ordered him thrown into prison for a reason?"
"Young Master Zheng is unaware," an elderly man with graying hair and a thin frame stepped forward, "General Sha has followed the Former Emperor into battle for many years. What His Majesty is doing now truly chills the hearts of these old soldiers."
"Zhu Ge Lao?" Zheng Ning slowly stood up and cupped his hands in salute. "May I ask, when General Sha was achieving merit, did the Former Emperor ever treat him unfairly?"
"No."
"Then was his rank sufficient and his salary adequate?"
"…Of course it was."
"Then that's it! He has received what he deserved, and his previous merits have been acknowledged. Now that His Majesty is punishing him severely, it is to make him pay for his mistakes; what’s wrong with that?"
Zheng Ning's lips curled into a lazy smile. "Or do you all think that because His Majesty is young, you can manipulate him at will?"
Zheng An's face turned pale with anger, and he immediately shouted, "Impudent!"
"Impudent? Just by observing your behavior, one can clearly see how to write the word 'impudent.'"
A laughing voice echoed from outside the hall. Following that, a young Xuan Yi stepped in with large strides. In his arms, he held a fluffy white bundle. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a young child.
The boy shoved the white bundle into Huo Yun'ai's arms. He then turned around and suddenly drew the sword from his waist, planting it vertically into the ground.
The tip of the sword struck the floor with a ringing sound.
In the imperial hall, there were only two people who could draw swords like this.
One was the late Grand General. The other was this Xuan Yi General.
Qin Shuying half-squinted her eyes and coldly scanned everyone present, sneering, "What you all are doing seems rather inappropriate. The Monarch's decree carries great weight. You all disregard the emperor's dignity and insist on forcing His Majesty to retract his orders!"
"But..."
"The evidence in the Shasong case is irrefutable. My decree shall not be changed!"
The voice of Huo Yun'ai suddenly rang out, carrying a thunderous force that silenced all opposing arguments in an instant.
"I promise, when the verdict is reached, only those guilty from the Sha family will be sentenced, and no innocent relatives will be implicated. Mr. Zheng, please leave!"
The young man spoke decisively and, without casting another glance at anyone in the room, tightened his embrace around the white bundle and swept away.
...
As soon as he arrived at the side hall, Huo Yun'ai could no longer hold himself up and collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath.
Qing Wu struggled to wriggle out from under his arm, her first instinct being to touch his forehead.
Goodness, it's so hot!
She noticed that Huo Yun'ai's cheeks were flushed red, and feeling anxious, she began to move her body to crawl down from the bed. However, just as she reached the edge of the bed, the young man stretched out his long arm and pulled her back onto the bed.
All her previous efforts had gone to waste. Qing Wu felt like crying without tears. Just as she was about to question him, she heard Huo Yun'ai weakly say, "Be careful, don't fall off and hurt yourself."
With those words, Qing Wu's anger was instantly extinguished.
Seeing that he was still concerned about her even while sick, Qing Wu couldn't bear to complain any further. Just then, Uncle Yu entered with another bowl of medicine. Qing Wu kindly urged him, "Take your time and rest. Drink your medicine first."
It had just been time for him to take his medicine when those officials arrived. It was only now that he had time to drink it again.
However, Huo Yun'ai waved his hand dismissively, signaling that it wasn't necessary. He turned slightly towards her and closed his eyes as if he intended to fall asleep immediately.
Qing Wu nudged him gently, but he did not open his eyes.
Qing Wu took the medicine from Uncle Yu's hand and brought it to him. He pursed his lips and still ignored her.
Qing Wu became somewhat annoyed.
Seeing the flush on his face growing stronger, it was clear that he was getting more feverish. Qing Wu endured and endured, but couldn't hold back any longer. She shouted at him, "Do you want to get better or not? If not, then forget it!"
Huo Yun'ai slowly opened his eyes and looked at the girl, who was fuming. He sighed inwardly.
He frowned, turned his gaze away, and after a long pause managed to utter one word: "Bitter..."
Qing Wu was just about to explode when she heard this and was completely stunned.
She had calculated everything but never expected such an answer.
...So, facing the sword and blade without flinching, and not backing down in front of the ministers, Your Majesty actually feared bitterness?!
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