allonlinenovel Chapter 217 The Death of the Marquis of Cheng'en
Chapter 217 The Death of the Marquis of Cheng'en
The two of them actually started arguing in front of him about who should commit patricide.
Marquis Chengen was so angry he almost fainted.
"Bastards! Bastards! You...you, I should have strangled you the moment you were born! You...you're all insane!"
"Big brother, second brother, come save me!"
Marquis Chengen was both angry and terrified. Empress Dowager Cheng and her brother Cheng Yan were always ruthless and decisive in their actions, and it was almost impossible for them to just come to scare him. They...they came to send him to the Yellow Springs.
"Hey, where have you been? Come save me!"
Cheng Yan had someone hold him down and then pressed his acupoint to silence him, preventing him from making a sound. Finally, he sat on the edge of the bed, took a bowl of millet porridge that had been simmering over a low flame, and fed it to him spoonful by spoonful.
Marquis Chengen struggled desperately, not daring to swallow, and his gaze toward Cheng Yan was full of pleading and fear.
Cheng Yan's gaze was cold and unmoved; he simply fed him spoonful by spoonful of millet porridge.
The millet porridge had more rice water than rice grains, with a light taste and mellow flavor. Marquis Chengen dared not swallow, but some rice water kept flowing into his throat, and he would swallow it subconsciously.
After feeding him half a bowl of porridge, he became somewhat delirious. When he was fed, he started swallowing large gulps. During the days he had been paralyzed in bed, he had been eating irregularly, and had not eaten all day. At this moment, he was truly starving.
After he had almost finished drinking a bowl of porridge, blood began to flow from his seven orifices, and his whole body was trembling, twitching and shaking every now and then.
Seeing this, Cheng Yan ignored him and insisted on feeding him the entire bowl in his hand before stopping.
Marquis Chengen's vision was already blurred, and he was in a daze, as if he had returned to his youth. In those years, he lived a hard life to support his studies. When he returned, Madam Ming always liked to cook him a bowl of millet porridge, simmering it slowly over a low flame until the rice soup was light and the rice grains were blooming.
At that time, the young Empress Dowager Cheng could still share half a bowl with him, and she sat beside him as happy as a little bird.
But at the time, he didn't think there was anything good or worth missing about those days. Poverty was a deadly poison that seeped into his bones. He couldn't bear to recall the past. He wouldn't look back. He would only keep moving forward and use all his strength and means to climb up.
He will not regret it, nor will he look back; this is his life.
But at this moment, the warmth in his body seemed to be slowly drained away, and he felt as if he had returned to the cold winter of that year when he fell ill in bed, and Ming Shi cried as she fed him porridge, praying to the gods to make him better.
At that time, he thought... at that time, he also thought that he must make sure his family had a good life.
But later... later he couldn't remember anymore.
The past is unbearable to recall, and one is unwilling to look back. Perhaps only at the moment of death, when looking back on this life, will all those things that one has missed and those that one has let down appear before one's eyes, like poison wrapped around the one that will lead one to hell.
"Ji...Ji Xue..." he murmured, but blood kept gushing from his mouth, trickling down his neck and onto the bed.
Ji Xue, Ming Ji Xue, is the name of the Ming family.
The room was silent; Cheng Yan was indifferent and ruthless, while Empress Dowager Cheng's gaze remained calm.
"Ji...Ji Xue..." The Marquis of Chengen's vision grew increasingly blurred. He raised his hand, wanting to touch the person in front of him, but the person was like a mirage, vanishing as soon as he touched them.
Blood was flowing from his eyes, whether from filth or tears of regret, it was hard to tell.
About a quarter of an hour later, the light in Chengenhou's eyes completely disappeared, and he lay on the bed like a dead piece of wood. The blood flowing from his seven orifices was still warm, but he had already lost his breath.
Cheng Yan reached out and covered Cheng Enhou's eyes, closing those eyes that he had never closed until his death.
"Drive slowly on the road, and don't disturb your mother anymore, lest you defile her path to reincarnation."
Upon the death of Marquis Chengen, Cheng Yan felt no sorrow whatsoever. Instead, the tension in his heart suddenly eased, and he felt much more relaxed.
"Pack up the burial, have two coffins brought over, and find a place to bury him anywhere," Empress Dowager Cheng said slowly and deliberately, her tone slightly low. After saying this, she got up and started to walk out.
Cheng Yan followed.
When she reached the porch in front of the house, she looked at the messy courtyard and sighed deeply.
"Ayan, do you think that power and wealth in this world are really that important, that they can destroy all humanity and turn people into something unrecognizable?"
Empress Dowager Cheng was different from Cheng Yan. Cheng Yan hated Marquis Chengen, but that was all he felt; he had no affection for him whatsoever. However, Empress Dowager Cheng had spent time with this father during her childhood, and they had some warm and happy days together.
Therefore, Empress Dowager Cheng hated Marquis Chengen even more than Cheng Yan, but she also missed the past.
This is why Cheng Yan was unwilling to let Cheng Taihou take action later.
Cheng Yan said, “Power and wealth in this world are important, but not important. Haven’t I, Yizhen, His Majesty, and Sister Huizhen taught us well? We all hope to have power and wealth, live a good life, and have no one else to bully us. But what we value most is our closest family and loved ones.”
"If one doesn't even have a true and loving relative in this life, what's the point of having a lot of money or standing at a high position? One is just a lonely person."
"Sister, we won't do that, and neither will His Majesty."
Under Empress Dowager Cheng's guidance, they were not like the royal families of other dynasties who only cared about power and the throne. Emperor Jing'an's dependence on and affection for them was genuine, and their willingness to make concessions for Emperor Jing'an was also genuine.
They both cared about each other and hoped that their friendship would never change throughout their lives.
Emperor Jing'an grew up under the care of many people, and even if he later gained control of everything, there is an 80% chance that he would not lose his humanity for the sake of power and the throne.
He cherishes his mother, uncle, and sister, who are an inseparable part of his life. As long as they remain unchanged and accompany him on his path to becoming emperor, Emperor Jing'an would only turn his sword against them if he were insane.
However, the heart of an emperor is ultimately unpredictable, and they must be extremely careful.
"We will stay with our elder sister for the rest of our lives."
Empress Dowager Cheng turned to look at him, and finally smiled with relief: "That's right. With all of you by my side, why should I dwell on the past of that despicable person? In a few days, on the anniversary of Mother's death, we will go and tell her that Cheng Hai and Zhang Shi have received their retribution."
"it is good."
Empress Dowager Cheng raised her hand and instructed the person beside her, "Spread the word that when Zhang learned that the Zhang family had been given poisoned wine, she died of grief. Marquis Chengen, who was deeply in love with his wife, also took poison upon hearing this and went with her."
“Cheng Shicheng and Cheng Shiming are unfilial and disrespectful to their parents. They are exiled to the desolate continent and their three generations shall not be allowed to leave the desolate continent.”