Nalan Lian Yue had just gone into seclusion, and she was not mentioned in Duo Yue's biography, so Yan Qingzheng went to Tianyimen alone.
She found that there was nothing unusual inside Tianyimen. Tang Su'ao, who came to greet her, didn't know Yan Qingzheng's purpose of coming and thought she was just passing by to take a look.
Yan Qingzheng's expression remained unchanged and he quickly responded, saying that he just came in to see his master and senior sister.
Tang Su'ai didn't doubt that he was there, and happily took Yan Qingzheng's arm and took her to see Duoyue.
When Rong Che returned to Fengrong, he first went back to the Prince's Mansion. Housekeeper Liu was already in his final years, and his health had been getting worse over the years, but he still cried happily when he saw Rong Che's appearance that had not changed for many years.
Rong Che talked to him for a while, but Butler Liu was already exhausted, so Rong Che asked him to go back and rest while he changed clothes, bathed and entered the palace.
After all, Butler Liu made all arrangements before going to rest.
Rong Che looked at the bright and clean room that he hadn't returned to in many years, and sighed at Butler Liu's intentions.
The last time I saw my nephew, he was over fifty. I don’t know what he has become in the past few years.
Rong Che changed his clothes and went to the palace alone. The guard at the palace gate happened to have seen him when he was young and quickly informed him.
Soon Qihua trotted over to greet him.
"This servant pays his respects to His Highness the Prince!" Qihua saluted Rong Che honestly.
Rong Che thought for a while before he remembered him, and asked, "Are you Qihua, Hongwen's apprentice?"
Qihua was flattered: "It's just a slave!"
"Is Hongzhi okay?"
"Master, he left three years ago. He left with respect and gratitude for the late emperor and the emperor!" Qihua lowered his head and said.
Rong Che was stunned for a moment, then thought of Hong Wen's age, nodded and sighed: "It would be nice if he died peacefully."
In his opinion, Hong Wen is a person who knows how to advance and retreat, and knows how to measure things. He has never said a word of nonsense in so many years, but Qi Hua... after all, he still lacks some grace.
But this was not something he cared about. Soon he walked inside and asked about the emperor's situation.
"Your Majesty... I can't sleep at night these days. The prince attends every day and is very worried."
Qi Hua's words revealed both the emperor's condition and the prince's whereabouts. Rong Che could not help but narrow his eyes.
"Qihua, your master is a rare internal official in the palace who has served two generations of emperors. He is also the only one to receive the honor and favor after he retires."
"Yes, yes..." Qihua was stunned and quickly agreed, but he didn't understand what Rong Che's intention was in mentioning the master at this time.
"Because he can keep his mouth shut and his heart in check." Rong Che said this and strode towards the emperor's chamber.
Qi Hua was startled and slowed down for a moment. After coming to his senses, he hurriedly ran to catch up with Rong Che. He quietly raised his eyes to look at his profile and couldn't help but feel a beat in his heart.
He was neither stupid nor stupid, so when Rong Che mentioned this, he understood that it was Prince Xuan who was beating him up. As for why, he immediately reflected on it and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
You must know that the emperor will definitely listen to Prince Xuan's opinions. For example, if these two people asked the emperor to replace him with a prince, the emperor would abolish the prince he had loved for many years without saying a word.
Qihua also wanted to see the sun tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the sun after the new emperor ascended the throne, so he quickly restrained his somewhat unrestrained attitude over the years, and followed Rong Che humbly, not daring to say anything more.
One sentence.
When the emperor heard that Rong Che was coming, he forced himself to be helped up by the palace maid, and he leaned on the bed frame with his robe on.
Rong Che walked in, but he could only see a handsome and elegant figure. He could no longer see clearly the expression on Rong Che's face.
Rong Che was a little surprised, but also a little aware. Even though he was surprised, it didn't stop him.
In fact, the emperor was only in his early sixties, but he was tortured by the disease as if he were an old man in his dying years.
No matter how cold Rong Che was, he couldn't help but feel at a loss for a moment.
"Uncle Emperor...you're here!" From such a close distance, the emperor was finally able to see Rong Che clearly in front of him.
His almost unchanged appearance made the emperor feel in a trance, as if he had returned to that youthful era, when he broke into Prince Xuan's Mansion and was in high spirits while chatting with the little emperor's uncle in the study.
"Your Majesty...why don't you take good care of yourself!" Rong Che couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at this face that was 45% similar to the late Emperor's.
"Hi!" The emperor smiled weakly, "That's not bad. I can see my little uncle again. Finally, I have no regrets."
Rong Che couldn't say anything to comfort him, but he couldn't help but sigh.
The emperor looked at his look and felt warm in his heart. This little emperor's uncle had been stern since he was a child. Even though he pestered him all day long, he never had a good look towards himself and strictly observed the etiquette of a monarch and his ministers.
His father loved him very much and was almost obedient to him.
But similarly, his father also put a set of shackles on him before he died, and he agreed to the one-hundred-year guardianship agreement without even thinking about it.
Over the years, he has finally seen clearly that true care and concern are not what he says, let alone what he shows, but what he is willing to pay.
Even though Rong Che didn't care so much about life, death, and time in the past, since he had Princess Xuan and followed him on the path to immortality, he no longer had any reason to cherish the mere title of prince.
However, he was still willing to spend a hundred years of his life for the sake of the late emperor's care and trust.
I don’t know if he would be willing to do it if it were his final entrustment...
Shaking his head slightly, the emperor decided not to humiliate himself. After thinking about it, after hearing the news that he was about to die, the little emperor's uncle rushed over as soon as possible. This can already explain his status in his heart.
Yes, isn't it?
"Uncle Emperor, how many years are left in your hundred-year agreement with your father?" The emperor felt a little weak, leaned back and asked.
Rong Che lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Actually, I know, almost thirty years have passed."
"Less than thirty years."
"Yes, I have only been on the throne for less than thirty years..." The emperor was a little stunned for a moment. In fact, he had never cared about the throne that much, because he had been the prince since he was sensible and believed that sooner or later the world would belong to him.
It is natural to inherit the throne. Perhaps because of this concept, he does not feel how great it is to be the emperor, nor does he feel that there is much fun.
In addition, he lost his beloved princess before he succeeded to the throne, which made him live in regret all his life.
Rong Che felt that the emperor's lonely eyes were so hollow that he felt very uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but comfort him: "You have worked hard and... you have done a good job."
The emperor smiled. He felt so close to his little uncle who was clumsily comforting him!
At this time, Qihua walked over quietly and said softly: "Your Majesty, the prince and grandson have arrived."
"Xuan." The emperor said after taking a breath.
Qihua retreated silently and invited the prince and the emperor's grandson in.
The prince still had an impression of Rong Che, but the emperor's grandson looked at the handsome brother in front of him with wide eyes and full of curiosity. However, he was sensible and did not ask questions, but looked at the emperor.
The emperor asked the prince to take the emperor's grandson to salute Rong Che.
Rong Che nodded lightly. At his seniority and position, he no longer needed to stand up.
"You must always respect the young uncle and remember his contribution to Feng Rong... Remember not to make the same mistake as deposing the prince!" After the emperor finished speaking weakly, he let the two of them go out.
Seeing the solemn look on Rong Che's face, the emperor suddenly smiled, very happily. He had never been so happy in many years. However, he soon started coughing, which made Qihua worried and did not dare to come over.
Rong Che couldn't help but take action and used spiritual power to comb him. The emperor showed a comfortable expression and took the initiative to push away Rong Che's hand that was inputting spiritual power.
"Father has set an iron rule, I'm fine now."
It turned out that the emperor was afraid that Rong Che was using his spiritual power to preserve his life.
The late emperor set an iron rule that no one in the royal family was allowed to use occult means to extend their lives.
"I know." Rong Che took back his hand.
"Uncle Emperor, do you know why I was laughing just now?"
Rong Che shook his head.
"I just suddenly thought that it is really rare that there is one thing in this life that makes you guess wrong!"
"What's up?"
"I just asked the prince and grandson to visit you. Do you think this scene is a replay of the scene before my father's death?"
Rong Che didn't speak, that's true.
"No, I will not increase the burden on the little uncle." The emperor was very proud at this time. "Although I often got into trouble when I was young and made the little emperor worry a lot, it won't happen this time."
Rong Che didn't know why. Seeing how exhausted he was, he couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, I will keep my promise."
The emperor shook his head: "Uncle, I said I won't put any more burden on you... Not long ago, I ordered the country's name to be changed to 'Century'."
Rong Che had just finished his business in Mo Ying, so he really didn't get the news: "Why is this?"
"This is the first year of a prosperous century," the emperor said with a wry smile, "and it is also the last year!"
Rong Che stared blankly at the man who was so weak that he couldn't straighten up. Suddenly, the bright and proud young man seemed to overlap with him.
"So, the 'Hundred Years of Prosperity' that my father asked my uncle to protect will be completed after my death!"
Rong Che couldn't help but open his mouth. After a long while, he calmed down the turmoil in his heart and said: "Actually, for me, a hundred years... is nothing."
"I know!" the emperor said: "If Feng Rong encounters an existential crisis in the future, if the little emperor knows about it, he can help. But for the rest of the time, there is no need to worry about it anymore!"
There is indeed a big psychological difference between carrying the late emperor's entrustment and taking the initiative to help.
Rong Che suddenly felt relieved and a little puzzled: "Why are you doing this?"
The emperor exhaled and said: "Actually, I know that my father is so worried because of my mother's jealous gaze and my incompetence. He does not hesitate to use your great friendship to bind you to Feng Rong. This is his last
What you can do for me and Fengrong."
Rong Che nodded, "Brother Emperor... he has devoted all his energy and energy to Feng Rong."
"But now, the queen is virtuous and the prince is wise and kind. The same mistakes will not be repeated in the future, so I... don't need to do this."
"So, little uncle, just let go and be yourself! Fengrong is your home, not a burden to you!"