The Lover's Prattle

General Slag//6.2

She continued to sleep deeply, not feeling his kiss at all.

He Weiwen exhaled slowly and leaned back. Spreading his arms to encircle her, he kissed her forehead again.

After getting up to blow out the candles, he picked his outer robes up and opened the door to leave.

As He Weiwen exited, he quietly ordered the imperial soldier, "Guard her well."

Turning to the old maidservant, He Weiwen said, "Serve the Empress well, understand?"

"Yes General, we will ..."

At the door, his attendants were already waiting with a new robe on a tray in their arms. He Weiwen put the new robe on and headed to the Qing imperial palace. "Are the doctors all here?"

"They are all here, General." The servant pursed his lips and said, "His Majesty seems a little irritated; he is a little unstable."

He Weiwen stopped and shot him a glance.The servant felt a cold sweat on his brow before kneeling, a thumping noise sounding as he hit the ground. "Please have mercy, General."

He Weiwen's lips twitched, but he said nothing before stepping to leave. The other attendants immediately followed, but this time everyone ignored the emperor's title.

When He Weiwen arrived, everyone was kneeling outside the closed door. A doctor kneeled right outside the door, while the sound of smashing items and irritable roars came from the inside.

The eunuch announced the arrival for General He, and all of the kneeling individuals turned around to greet him in response. From their expressions and movements, it seemed that although He Weiwen only held the title of a general, he was being treated as the emperor instead.

The sound of smashing things in the room stopped. Because He Weiwen changed into a light outer robe, his temperament was refined. The blood stench permeating from his clothes made him look like an angel rising from Hell.

"It's getting late officials, go back and rest. We will discuss this tomorrow in court."

Discuss, what a good word choice.

The court minister, who was kneeling on the ground, left, and the doctors kneeling at the door waited for He Weiwen to speak. He waved his arm, dismissing them.

He Weiwen pushed the door, but it was locked.

He Weiwen stepped back, and the attendant who was directly next to him lifted his sword and cut it.

The emperor, in wedding garments, was in a mess. Broken items surrounded him, and his robes were loose and distraught.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the emperor looked up and saw He Weiwen gently walking over. The young man's expression was both happy and sad. Many emotions flashed on his tender cheeks before the tears fell, and his face became expressionless.

"Why?" He asked He Weiwen in a hoarse voice.

The third prince and fifth prince attempted to usurp the throne before and now were being kept in prison for life. This time, they took advantage of the emperor's wedding day and tried to assassinate the emperor. The bandits on the outskirts of the Buddhist temple in Beijing suburbs intentionally established Wei Wen to pass by.

The third prince nad the fifth prince planned the assassination with the mentality of not being able to come back alive, so the palace guards were not well enough prepared. He Weiwen came rushed back just in time to fight them, but even though the emperor's life was not in danger, he had already lost two fingers.

Only a simple bandage was given to him, and now his hand was dripping with blood.

He Weiwen sighed, and the attendant carrying the ointment and gauze behind came forward, kneeling beside the emperor, "Your Majesty, the slave will bandage you."

"Your Majesty?" The young emperor asked sarcastically. Since ancient times, disabled people have not been qualified to be emperors, not to mention andy body parts as obvious as their fingers.

The attendant pulled on the emperor's hand. He didn't resist, but looked stubbornly to He Weiwen, "All this is what you planned, right? You want to be emperor, right?"

He Weiwen smiled and shook his head, sitting down in a chair on the side, "I used to."

The emperor laughed and collapsed, "Sure enough! Haha! Such a capable and loyal subject, General He ..." The emperor was already becoming insane.

He Weiwen picked up the teacup handed to him by the servant. He took the lid of the cup and lifted it twice, his voice a little puzzled. "This subject is very curious. What does your majesty think; why should this loyal subject die for you?"

The young emperor replied instinctively, "If the emperor dies; the subject dies. It is natural for you to give your life to me."

He Weiwen cicked his tongue before sipping his tea and smiling, "Your Majesty is right." His tone was undoubtedly sincere. The young emperor has experienced too many blows today, and his spirit had long collapsed. There was no telling the difference between the tears and blood flowing down his face, "He Weiwen! You terrible traitor, you must die!"

The attendant helped the emperor bandage his hands and stood up to wait for further instructions.

He Weiwen drank two more sips of tea before performing a leisurely gesture. "Terrible traitor? If I was a terrible traitor, I'm afraid your majesty's body would have been destroyed by now."

"You are here to steal the throne!" The emperor yelled in his demise, throwing broken pieces of items at He Weiwen. The emperor did not care for his own hand, as it was already numb from pain.

He Weiwen ducked. With a cold glare and a gentle tone, he reminded the emperor, "Hmph, do you really want your old Qin family bloodline to end today?"

The emperor's body froze. He Weiwen's gaze focused in between the man's legs; whether his gaze was intentional or unintentional.

The emperor, who was already emotionally broken, turned cold. He had never doubted He Weiwen before. But it has been two years since he turned twelve. Before, the emperor thought that the reason why there were no pregnant women in the palace even though there were so many women was because he was too young. Now, it was clear that it was definitely He Weiwen.

The emperor bared his teeth and pinched a large piece of porcelain, wanting to go over and fight He Weiwen to the death. But in the end, the emperor did nothing, letting go of the shards in his hands and lowering his head. He can't die, he needed to continue the Qin family bloodline.

He Weiwen grinned and snorted softly.

He did not raise this cowardly character. If the emperor underwent the slightest bit of bloodshed, then He Weiwen would at least respect him a little more.

He Weiwen really did not know how the late emperor raised this son. From the first time He Weiwen saw this little emperor, the latter was alreadly a weak individual.

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If the king wants to die,

the general has to die too?

Ah.

It depends on whether I am willing.

—— [Black Box]