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Chapter 87 Resign

When such a big thing happened in the Zhao Mansion, Jinzi naturally did not dare to hide it. Worried that His Majesty would misunderstand Madam’s viciousness, she wrote all the details in the secret letter, how she came up with the idea, how she made decision, how she rescued the child, how she hugged him and cried bitterly, and how she put him next to Ruan shi and let the mother and son see the last scene one by one, which made people immersed.

After receiving the secret letter, Emperor Sheng Yuan read it over and over again. Although his expression was always calm, there were occasional lightning flashes in his blue-black eyes. He squeezed the letter tightly, and his hands gradually began to tremble, as if he was enduring great pain. He hesitated for a while, then finally opened the secret chamber hidden inside the palace hall, intending to enter.

“Your Majesty, why are you doing this?” Baifu had no way of knowing what was written in the secret letter, but he knew that if His Majesty walked into this door, he would go crazy for no reason and severely hurt himself.

The leader of the dark guard couldn’t help but show his figure, and knelt down to block him, “Your Majesty, let the past things pass, don’t think about it anymore. The things in this room should have been burnt down long ago.”

Emperor Sheng Yuan bypassed him without saying a word and strode inside. The secret room was not spacious, with many luminous pearls inlaid on the four walls, and there was a painting on the wall facing the door. It was said that the Empress Dowager specially found a Dongyang (Japanese) painter to describe the real scene, called Ukiyo-e*. It was very colorful, and the pigments used were specially treated, which could be preserved for thousands of years without rotting.

As soon as the room came into view, there were large patches of red, and the ground was covered with blood. If it in the past, Emperor Sheng Yuan would have been stimulated into madness, and then recklessly smashed and slashed, he would be unwilling to lie down until he was seriously injured or physically weak.

The leader of the dark guard and Baifu were already ready to deal with a man-eating beast, but today’s situation was very different. His Majesty stood quietly in front of the painting, and there was no other abnormality except for his clenched hands. He looked at the painting over and over again very calmly, and suddenly laughed in a low voice. There was bitterness and sorrow in his laughter, but more than that, relief.

When he turned his head, his face was filled with tears, and he picked up the secret letter that’s unknown what was written on it, and read it with a very gentle expression.

In their anxiety, the leader of the dark guard and Baifu vaguely heard him choking and whispering, “It turns out that Zhen is not a sin, but a hope, a gift, and even more a continuation of mother’s life. Zhen is not a monster, a hell Rakshasa (!!!), Zhen is mother’s child protected with her life!” He laughed and laughed then turned to cry, and after crying for a while, he smiled again, it seemed that he was still sane, but it was more frightening than when he was manic.

The leader of the dark guard and Baifu had never seen him lose his temper like this, they thought he was possessed, and were thinking about whether to invite a wizard to exorcise His Majesty, when they saw him suddenly put away all his expressions and walked out the secret room while wiping his tears with a handkerchief, and said with a deep love in his tone, “Madam has saved Zhen once again, she is worthy of being Zhen’s Madam.”

What exactly was written on the secret letter? It actually cured His Majesty’s madness? The leader of the dark guard and Baifu scratched their hearts and lungs curiously.

Three days later, their questions were finally answered. It turned out that Madam Guan had cut open the belly of her sister-in-law that died in childbirth, took out the child, and then sewed it up again. This is too formidable, isn’t it?

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