With this explosion, the entire Ming Empire was boiling.
Due to a series of earth-shattering events, the Ming Dynasty has been the center of the world's attention in the past six months. After the New Year's Coup, the Ming and Qing Wars, the Nanyang War, the Mingde Treaty, etc., all events related to the Ming Dynasty can always become the center of attention.
The focus of the world's attention. The marriage intention of the Empress of Ming Dynasty and the Prince of Siam, which had been continuously rumored before, has attracted unprecedented attention.
In the eyes of many people in the Ming Dynasty, it seems that it is quite shameful for the queen to marry a feudal country. However, in the eyes of many foreign countries, especially many Western civilians, this is the European "story of the prince and princess" that happened in the East.
The remake of the film is very worth looking forward to. Therefore, when the Prince of Siam finally arrived and set foot in Nanjing, it attracted so many international media.
However, what the media around the world are waiting for is not only the reunion of the prince and the queen, but also an even more unexpected "gift"... a "gift" that is more terrifying, more bloody, more appalling, and more eye-catching.
Nanjing has once again become the focus of the world.
Prince Yanping was hit in the head by a steel plate thrown out by the explosion and died on the spot. In addition, the driver of the car and two guards standing by the door were also shattered to pieces in the explosion.
In addition to the four people who died, seventeen people nearby, including the Prince of Siam, six guards and ten citizens, suffered varying degrees of minor injuries in the explosion.
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When Zhu Yourong woke up, he felt very weak, dizzy and cold.
The room was very dark, and she couldn't see anything around her. Only the small alarm clock on the bedside was clicking. She remembered the terrible scene before she fainted. Her dearest grandfather was right in front of her, and he was just like that.
Exploded to a bloody pulp.
She opened her parched mouth and wanted to call someone, but her throat was dry and no sound came out. However, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled onto the pillow.
She wanted to reach for the small alarm clock, but there was a pain in her hand. Looking carefully, she found that there was cotton wool and adhesive plaster on the back of her hand, and an infusion tube stretched straight up and led to a bottle of injection on the shelf beside the bed.
...It turned out that they were giving themselves infusions.
Zhu Yourong did not move, but lay with his head on the pillow, eyes open in the darkness, crying sadly and silently, sobbing from time to time. The cold medicine continued to flow from the blood vessels in his arms to his whole body, which was very cold.
Zhu Yourong wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and shrank her body into a ball.
But she still couldn't help crying.
"His Majesty?"
At the other end of the palace, a maid's voice said. Then the maid walked over carefully and asked:
"Your Majesty, are you awake?"
Zhu Yourong sniffed and replied with a cry:
"Well, I woke up..."
The palace maid seemed very excited and ran out quickly. After a while, a large group of maids and old ladies came in, surrounding an old man carrying a medicine box and a stethoscope.
In the darkness, the old man's voice asked kindly:
"Your Majesty, please turn on the bedside lamp. Isn't it dazzling?"
Zhu Yourong huddled in the quilt and said in a muffled voice:
"open it."
Under the soft light, Zhu Yourong slowly revealed half of his head from the quilt. His eyes were stung very much. He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the circle of people in front of the bed through tears.
She suddenly discovered that these palace maids had all changed into white palace attire. The imperial doctor who wore a suit had also changed his usual gray suit into a meticulous all-black one.
This old man was Zhu Yourong's chief physician, and had been responsible for her health matters since she was a child. Now that Zhu Yourong saw him, thinking of his grandfather who had just died tragically, tears flowed uncontrollably, and his trembling and sobbing became even worse.
Like a kind grandfather, the old imperial doctor comforted Zhu Yourong with gentle words. While checking her infusion situation, he took out a thermometer and let her put it in her mouth.
Zhu Yourong glanced at the infusion bottle above his head with tears in his eyes, sniffed, and asked vaguely with the thermometer in his mouth:
"What are you losing to me..."
"Don't talk when the thermometer is in your mouth," the old imperial doctor said with a kind smile, "...it's mainly glucose, which replenishes you with water and the energy your body needs. Your Majesty, you don't know, you have fainted.
It’s been almost two days.”
Zhu Yourong was startled, and then she understood why she felt so weak. But she still held the thermometer in her mouth, lying quietly on the bed, looking at the ceiling with tears in her eyes.
The imperial doctor took her temperature and made sure it was normal. Then he consulted her again, prescribed several medicines, and adjusted the speed of the infusion for her. Then he got up and said goodbye. Before leaving, she also
I gave some instructions to the two nurses who stayed behind.
A group of palace ladies gathered around Zhu Yourong and expressed concern again. Zhu Yourong wanted them to tell him about the explosion, but the palace ladies all looked at each other and said hesitantly that they had only been in the palace for the past two days and had not read newspapers and did not know the situation.
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Zhu Yourong sighed and did not force them anymore. She knew that this must have been told by the imperial doctor. She could not reveal the situation of the explosion to herself for the time being, for fear that she would be sad and stimulated, which would affect her physical recovery.
A nurse sat beside Zhu Yourong's bed and looked at the remaining amount in the infusion bottle. After a while, she pulled out the needle for Zhu Yourong and pressed it with cotton wool for a while.
Then, she asked softly:
"Your Majesty, are you hungry now? Do you want to eat something?"
Zhu Yourong retracted his hands under the quilt to keep them warm, rubbed them gently and nodded.
She wasn't too hungry now, but she was dizzy, especially because her brain was not working properly and she couldn't concentrate on anything. She knew she had to add something.
The nurse looked very happy and asked softly:
"The First Doctor told me that you can only eat mustard lean meat porridge or egg stew. Your Majesty, which one do you want to eat?"
Zhu Yourong thought for a while and said:
“Lean mustard pork porridge.”
The nurse nodded, turned on the bedside lamp, and went out. After a while, two maids came in pushing a trolley.
They helped Zhu Yourong sit up, tied a napkin for her, then placed a small shelf on the bed in front of Zhu Yourong, then opened the silver-plated cover, took out a small bowl of porridge, and placed it on the small shelf.
Zhu Yourong took a spoon and slowly finished the porridge. Then the palace maid held up a hot towel, Zhu Yourong wiped it and lay down again.
Turning off the light, Zhu Yourong felt drowsy again and fell asleep.
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When she woke up again, she didn't know how long it had been. But this time she felt much better, had some strength, and was no longer dizzy.
Skylight poured in from between the rosewood grilled windows. It was daytime now. The bedside clock read half past four. It should be afternoon.
Zhu Yourong pulled the bedside bell and called the palace maid in. When she asked, she realized that she had slept all day again. The palace maid told her that it was June 8th, three full days had passed since the June 5th bombing.
Although Zhu Yourong didn't know the details yet, she suddenly thought that she had lost her grandfather, and Zheng Yucong had also lost her grandfather. She immediately asked:
"Where's Cong Cong? Where is Cong Cong?"
The palace maid said:
"Your Majesty, Miss Zheng has been keeping vigil for the prince... She cares about you very much. She has called several times in the past two days to inquire, and even visited the palace in person..."
Thinking of his best cousin, Zhu Yourong's nose became sore, tears flowed down, and he choked with sobs:
"Go and invite her..."
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As soon as Zheng Yucong entered Zhu Yourong's palace and saw Zhu Yourong wearing a white mourning robe, standing silently by the window, she burst into tears:
"cousin……"
Zheng Yuqing rushed over, and the two cousins hugged each other, sat on the sofa and cried loudly.
When they had cried enough, Zheng Yucong sobbed and asked Zhu Yourong how the past two days were, and Zhu Yourong also asked about the situation of the Changping Marquis Mansion and the Yanping Prince's Mansion. Zheng Yucong told her that now it was not only the two mansions, but also the other palaces of the Yanping Prince.
The residences of the sons and daughters are also covered with white cloth, and they all have filial piety hangings. Not only the Zheng family's mansions, but also the imperial palace and the houses of the Zhu clan have filial piety hangings.
Then Zheng Yucong said in a twitchy voice that now all the Zheng family clans, as well as the Zhu family clan, intend to lower the flag at half-mast in their own mansions to mourn King Yanping. Although the flag is not lowered to half-mast nationwide, lowering the flag to half-mast is a big event after all.
After the monarch agreed, she hesitantly asked Zhu Yourong if it was okay.
Zhu Yourong wiped away her tears and nodded immediately:
"Yes, of course...lower the flag to half-mast..."
Zheng Yucong asked again hesitantly, in addition to the royal family and the imperial family, if flags could be flown at half-mast nationwide, including the military and administrative departments. Zhu Yourong wiped his tears, thought about it, finally shook his head and said:
"Chong Cong, the flags flying at half-mast across the country must be called 'national mourning'... The last time the Nanyang Pai Hua Massacre happened, we only lowered the flags at half-mast... Now, even though it is my grandpa, yours
Grandpa, but it can’t be compared with that kind of thing..."
Zheng Yucong nodded, wiped her tears, and stopped insisting. Then, tears burst out of her eyes again, and she said:
"Cousin, you don't know yet...now...Xiang Xiaoqiang, he..."
Zhu Yourong was heartbroken. Ever since she woke up, she had not dared to mention Xiang Xiaoqiang's name, or even think about it. She just wanted to avoid the terrible possibility in her subconscious.
Zheng Yucong's face was very pale and she said with tears:
"Xiang Xiaoqiang...he has been placed under surveillance..."
Zhu Yourong closed his eyes and asked tremblingly after a while:
"Why……"
Zheng Yucong gritted his teeth and said angrily:
"He is a serious suspect!"
"Suspicion..." Zhu Yourong murmured in a trembling voice, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, "Suspect, that is, not yet..."
"There is already evidence!" Zheng Yucong hugged Zhu Yourong and cried loudly, "After the prince was assassinated in Bangkok, there was a call from Siam to his headquarters... He was drinking and listening to a show at my house at that time. That bitch of his, called
I had a stomachache, so I hurriedly came to him and told him that the assassination had failed... Then he was totally different and went back in front of us... The next day, he gave the assassin in Bangkok
A sum of money was transferred from the account! My cousin...now...has found out...he still doesn't admit it...oh...ah..."
Zheng Yucong hugged Zhu Yourong and cried loudly. But at this time, Zhu Yourong was already so cold that he almost turned into a stone sculpture.