SFS Chapter 271 Buddhist Hall
Chapter 271 Buddhist Hall
"Your Majesty, your health is so serious now, I will never leave you." Ying Yan answered firmly, his voice full of determination and courage. He knew that when Xuan Zhentian needed someone the most, he had to stand by him.
"Your Majesty, you should take a rest. The Bai family's young doctor will arrive in five days and he will definitely cure your illness." Xuan Yuchen comforted him, his words full of hope and confidence. He knew that the Bai family's young doctor had superb medical skills and was the key to Xuan Zhentian's recovery.
"I understand. I'm sleepy." Xuan Zhentian nodded, his voice becoming extremely weak. He closed his eyes, as if he wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible to escape the pain and helplessness of reality.
"Your Majesty, please take a rest. I will be there for you." Ying Yan said softly, his eyes gentle and firm. He knew that he had to be Xuan Zhentian's strongest backer, and no matter what happened, he would stay by his side.
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In the Buddhist temple deep in the cold palace, the flickering candlelight illuminated Murong Qin's lonely and pious figure.
She held a wooden fish in her hand and chanted scriptures in a low voice, as if she was isolated from the world and immersed in tranquility.
Suddenly, a gentle call broke the silence—"Mother."
Murong Qin's hands trembled slightly, and the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly. She turned around in disbelief, her eyes full of surprise and confusion, as if she was wondering if she had heard it wrong.
"Mother." Xuan Yuchen called again, his voice choking with sobs. He strode forward, tears glistening in his eyes, and finally saw the mother he had been thinking about day and night.
Murong Qin's eyes welled up with tears when she saw this. She quickly put down the wooden fish and walked towards Xuan Yuchen quickly, stroking his face with trembling hands, as if to confirm that all this was not a dream. "Chen'er, is it really you? You are finally here!" Her voice was filled with endless longing and excitement.
"It's been more than two years, Chen'er, what exactly happened back then?" There was a hint of anxiety and worry in Murong Qin's voice. She urgently wanted to know what happened in those two years.
Xuan Yuchen looked at the anxiety in his mother's eyes and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He knew that telling her the truth directly might make her even more sad and painful. So he tried to calm himself down and answered in a gentle but firm voice: "Mother, don't worry, I'm fine now. As for what happened that year, it's very complicated, but please believe that I will handle everything and seek justice for you."
"There is no justice. My mother entered the Buddhist temple voluntarily." Murong Qin's voice was calm and firm, as if she had already seen through the impermanence of the world.
"Back then, your father and I both knew that this was a frame-up, but the face of the royal family forced me to make this choice." A trace of helplessness and bitterness flashed in her eyes, as if she was recalling the past that she could not bear to look back on.
"Mother..." Xuan Yuchen's voice was a little choked. He held Murong Qin's hand tightly, wanting to give her some strength and warmth.
"Chen'er, are your uncles okay?" Murong Qin broke the silence, her eyes revealing her longing and concern for her relatives.
"Everything is fine. Everyone misses you." Xuan Yuchen replied quickly. He deliberately changed the subject because he didn't want his mother to continue to be immersed in the pain of the past.
"That's good." Murong Qin nodded slightly, a relieved smile on her face.
"Are you okay, mother? I feel relieved to see that you are safe and sound here. But the environment in the cold palace is harsh. I will definitely find a way to get you out of here and return to the position that belongs to you." Xuan Yuchen's tone was firm and persistent. He secretly vowed to let his mother live a happy life.
Murong Qin felt mixed emotions when she heard this. She was grateful for her son's care and filial piety, but she was also worried about whether he had to bear too many burdens that he shouldn't have to bear. She gently patted Xuan Yuchen's hand and said softly: "Chen'er, although your mother is poor here, she is at peace. You don't need to worry about your mother. As long as you are well, your mother will be satisfied."
"Mother, do you know about father's condition?" Xuan Yuchen asked cautiously. He was worried that this news would trigger his mother's sorrow again.
Murong Qin's face turned cold in an instant, and she replied coldly: "No need to mention him, we won't bother each other." Her tone revealed a kind of determination and alienation, as if she had completely let go of her feelings for Xuan Zhentian.
"Mother... Queen." Xuan Yuchen hesitated to speak. He could see the resentment and dissatisfaction his mother felt towards his father, but he couldn't bear to let her continue to be immersed in this emotion.
"Mother is very happy that Chen'er came to see her, but Mother really doesn't want to talk about him." Murong Qin tried to make her tone sound calmer, but the indifference in her eyes was hard to conceal.
"But father's health..." Xuan Yuchen couldn't help but speak again. He knew that this news might be hard for his mother to accept, but he also understood that as a child, he had the responsibility to let his mother know the truth.
Murong Qin felt a sudden pain in her chest when she heard this. The rosary in her hand seemed to lose its support and broke apart, with the beads scattered all over the floor. But she still pretended to be calm and said indifferently, "I don't want to know how he is."
However, when Xuan Yuchen said, "Father's time is running out," Murong Qin could no longer remain calm. She looked up suddenly, her eyes full of shock and disbelief. "What did you say?" Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner panic and anxiety.
After hearing Xuan Yuchen's words, Murong Qin felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She fell down on the mat, staring ahead with empty eyes, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, trying hard not to let herself collapse.
"Is he... is he really that ill?" Murong Qin's voice was hoarse and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat. She couldn't believe that the man who once dominated the world and was full of vigor and vitality was now at the end of his life.
Seeing this, Xuan Yuchen hurried forward to hold his mother's shoulders, and said gently but firmly: "Mother, this is true."
Murong Qin closed her eyes, tears silently sliding down her cheeks. She recalled every little detail of her time with Xuan Zhentian, the past intertwined with sweetness and quarrels, happiness and pain, which now became the deepest pain in her heart. She once thought that she could hate him forever, but at this moment, she found that she couldn't do it at all.
"Chen'er, you've grown up and become sensible." Murong Qin opened her eyes and looked at her son, with both relief and guilt in her eyes. "Mother has been immersed in her own pain all these years and ignored your feelings. In fact, I miss him too and want to see him for the last time."