GBP Chapter 328 The Queen Mother's Death 2
Chapter 328 The Queen Mother's Death 2
Her body couldn't help but tremble slightly. Gathering all her strength, she raised her bony hand and pointed it directly at Yongzheng, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth with difficulty: "You... you imprisoned the royal family, tortured siblings, and even refused to spare your own brother. The spirit of the late emperor in heaven watched you fight for the throne by any means necessary! How will you explain your actions to the late emperor in the future? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
The questions echoed in the silent bedroom, like sharp blades, cutting the already fragile bonds of family affection.
Yongzheng listened to the empress dowager's accusations, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the surging emotions within him. He slowly turned around. His eyes revealed a subtle ruthlessness, a look he only displayed when faced with the many disputes and power struggles in the court, but now he unabashedly directed it at his mother.
"How I secured the throne? You, Empress Dowager, were involved in every detail. How could I be the only one unable to explain myself? Now that I am the Son of Heaven, I will govern this world with peace and prosperity, bringing prosperity to the people. Even if the late emperor were still alive, seeing how diligently I govern, he wouldn't blame me. As for you, Empress Dowager, how you will explain this to the late emperor is none of my business. That is something you should consider for yourself!"
His words were like ice, each one piercing the heart. In this space filled with the aroma of medicine and sorrow, they completely intensified the conflict between mother and son.
"By the way, I also want to thank the Empress Dowager for helping me deal with Longkodo, so that I would not be charged with the crime of killing meritorious officials!" The corners of Yongzheng's mouth rose slightly, outlining a cold and slightly sarcastic arc.
His eyes stared straight at the Queen Mother, with complex lights flashing in his eyes, including resentment, unwillingness, and a hint of unspeakable relief. At this moment, he vented all the resentment and dissatisfaction that had been accumulated in his heart for many years through these seemingly grateful words.
"You, you..." The Queen Mother's chest heaved violently, her eyes filled with disbelief and anger. She found strength from nowhere, but she flung open the quilt with both hands, ignoring her frail body and tremblingly getting off the bed.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she staggered and almost fell, but she relied on a strong obsession to steady her body and walked towards Yongzheng step by step.
When Yongzheng saw the empress dowager like this, his heart suddenly tightened and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but that momentary emotion was quickly buried deep in his heart. He moved his lips, but in the end no sound came out.
"Late Emperor, I have failed to educate my son and have let you down!" The empress dowager's voice trembled, carrying endless sorrow and regret, echoing in the silent bedroom.
Her legs softened and she slowly knelt down, her knees hitting the cold ground heavily with a dull sound.
After a moment, she stood up with difficulty, a glint of determination in her eyes.
She took mechanical steps, moving slightly in the opposite direction of Yongzheng. These steps were extremely difficult for her. Every step shattered the already thin warmth in the palace, as if she was stepping on people's hearts, and every step was bloody.
Then he turned around suddenly, used up all his remaining strength, ran a few steps quickly, and bumped into the pillar next to Yongzheng.
In an instant, there was a muffled "bang" sound, and a scarlet blood mist spread in front of Yongzheng's eyes. The blood mist was like the tentacles of a devil, quickly filling the air with a pungent fishy smell.
Yongzheng's body stiffened suddenly, his eyes widening in terror and disbelief. He stood there motionless, as if under a spell, his mind a blank. His breathing was rapid and heavy, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, threatening to burst. After a moment, he regained consciousness and stumbled towards the Empress Dowager.
A bloody hole appeared on the empress dowager's forehead, and blood gushed out like a spring, flowing down her wrinkled cheeks, dripping onto the ground, and gathering into a pool of dark red blood.
The Queen Mother's body slowly slid down like a withered leaf, making a dull sound.
Yongzheng's face was quickly filled with panic. His hands trembled as he hugged the Empress Dowager's body. His voice was filled with unprecedented fear and helplessness as he called out repeatedly, "Mother, Mother."
The Empress Dowager used up her last bit of strength and said, "This is what I told the late emperor. You... are heartless and will definitely get retribution in the future!" Her voice was weak but firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, like an ice-cold dagger, piercing straight into Yongzheng's heart. In this last moment of her life, she cursed Yongzheng mercilessly.
As the last word came out of her mouth, the Queen Mother's once bright and majestic eyes became empty and lifeless, her head tilted weakly to one side, and the hand that had been tightly clenched slowly loosened. She let go of all the troubles in the world and allowed her soul to drift into the unknown depths of darkness.
Yongzheng raised his hand and closed her wide eyes. Then he picked her up and put her back on the bed. He lifted up his skirt and knelt on the ground. "Empress Mother, go to sleep quickly so that you can grow up and play the bow. You have never sung such a coaxing song to me before. Can you sing it for me again, Mother?"
His voice was choked and trembling with a tone he had never heard before. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his broken heart, echoing faintly in the silent bedroom.
The emperor who was once majestic, cold, and decisive in the court was now just a child longing for his mother's love. His eyes were full of helplessness and despair. Tears flowed uncontrollably, flowing freely on his painful face and soaking the ground in front of him.
The candlelight in the bedroom flickered, and the light and shadow danced on the faces of the Empress Dowager and Yongzheng, sometimes illuminating their expressions, and sometimes hiding their faces in darkness, adding a bit of weird and desolate atmosphere.
Outside the window, a strong wind swept past with a roar, and dark clouds piled up layer by layer, gathering rapidly with the force of a tidal wave, swallowing up the last ray of light.
In the distance, dull thunder could be heard faintly. At first, the sound was like a low roar coming from deep within the earth, and gradually became high-pitched and fierce. Lightning danced like silver snakes, weaving freely among the dark clouds, illuminating the dark sky as bright as day in an instant, and then disappeared in a flash, leaving only a dazzling light and shadow lingering in people's eyes.