Happy Spring Every Year

Chapter 258 Fainting Again

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Tutor committed suicide in the Imperial Prison, leaving behind this blood letter—"

The voice rose up, like a thunderclap that struck the oppressive and silent imperial study.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Sheng slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with surprise at first, and then in an instant, it seemed as if thousands of fine needles were piercing his mind.

The roar was incessant, drowning out all the sounds around him, so much so that he didn't even hear the last half of the sentence -

"Fortunately, the jailer discovered it in time, and the Imperial Master is still alive. Your Majesty, please make the final decision!"

Emperor Sheng supported himself on the table with his hands. He felt pain and dizziness coming from nowhere, and the acid in his stomach kept rising, making him almost vomit.

teacher......

He has not yet pursued the teacher's crime of plotting treason, how could the teacher dare to commit suicide out of fear of punishment!

He hasn't asked the teacher in person why he treated him like this!

The teacher...left too.

That time on the grass, beside the charcoal basin, next to the table and chairs, the person who smiled and touched his head...

all gone.

Commit suicide, teacher, until your death... you still don't want to see me?

Emperor Sheng looked out blankly, but the scene before him was like a disrupted chess game, with the world spinning around him.

The imperial study, which was originally clearly visible, now seemed to be being rubbed wantonly by a pair of invisible hands. The walls, beams, pillars, and objects were all dancing wildly. Amid the interweaving of light and shadow, everything turned into chaotic blocks of color, spinning wantonly before his eyes.

Falling, cold, and dark.

The last thing that whistled into my ears was Fushun's almost distorted cry of surprise: "Your Majesty!"

Eunuch Fushun crawled into the imperial study, his face full of fear and panic.

The imperial teacher asked him to send a message to the imperial prison in due time, saying that there was a way to resolve the current deadlock.

He respected and trusted the imperial teacher, and did not want to see the emperor and his son killing each other, leading to an irreversible situation, so he ordered his confidant to pass the news to the imperial prison.

He...he didn't expect that the Imperial Master would break the impasse at the cost of his life!

His Majesty has suffered many blows today, and he knows best that the Imperial Preceptor is different to him than to others.

Half a year ago, the emperor was worried that the imperial tutor might be in collusion with the eldest princess, so he stayed awake all night and tossed and turned for several days.

Fu Shun's thoughts had just reached this point when he saw Emperor Sheng with his eyes closed behind the imperial desk. Without any warning, he fell straight back.

At this moment, Fushun's pupils were filled with horror. Due to extreme fear, the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, and he screamed at the top of his throat:

"Your Majesty!"

Outside the palace, the commander of the Imperial Guards, Wen Chengye, heard the noise and almost flew over, but... it was too late.

Emperor Sheng fell backward like a puppet with its strings cut, his entire back hitting the magnificent dragon throne.

boom--

After a terrifying roar, Emperor Sheng's body rolled to the ground like a collapsing mountain.

Everything happened in a flash, so fast that people didn't even have time to blink.

Wen Chengye finally arrived and reached out to help Emperor Sheng up. As soon as his eyes fell on Emperor Sheng's face, his expression suddenly changed and he shouted:

"The Royal Physician! The Royal Physician!"

The three imperial doctors outside the hall finally came to their senses from the sudden change.

They subconsciously opened their mouths to shout, but it seemed as if something was strangling their throats. They only uttered a few weak sounds, and then their faces turned pale and they staggered into the hall.

In an instant, shouts came one after another, and the sounds of messy footsteps intertwined into one.

The once majestic and solemn imperial study was now completely overwhelmed by noise and chaos.

Amidst the chaos in the hall, only Jiang Xun stood still, looking so out of place.

"Your Majesty!"

Amidst the loud shouts of Fushun and Wen Chengye, the imperial doctors in the side hall also rushed over upon hearing the news.

There was a man walking at the end with a medical kit on his back. Just when he felt that something bad might happen today, a hand suddenly came from the side and grabbed his arm tightly.

The imperial physician turned his head in panic, stunned for a moment, and called out uncertainly, "Master Jiang...Master Jiang?"

Jiang Xun's face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood. His eyes, which usually looked awe-inspiring, could no longer conceal his sadness and panic. He was like a completely different person.

Jiang Xun opened his mouth, his lips trembling slightly, and his voice was low and hurried: "Imperial Physician Zhang, the Imperial Tutor's life is hanging by a thread in the imperial prison. Come with me and rescue him immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Imperial Physician Zhang's face changed with shock. He looked at Emperor Sheng who was surrounded by people in front of him, but he hesitated and did not dare to leave.

He...he didn't hear the emperor's order.

However, Jiang Xun did not give Imperial Physician Zhang a chance to refuse. Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled the man out and said in a hoarse voice:

"His Majesty, upon hearing the news of the Imperial Master's critical condition, fainted from grief. Once he regains consciousness, the first thing he will inquire about is the Imperial Master's safety."

"If Imperial Physician Zhang can save the Imperial Tutor from this desperate situation today, he will be the first to receive the greatest merit!"

Imperial Physician Zhang didn't know where Jiang Xun got the strength from, but his hands were like iron clamps, pulling him out irresistibly.

He subconsciously looked back and saw that the palace was crowded with imperial doctors, and it was indeed difficult for him to display his skills here.

After weighing the pros and cons, Imperial Physician Zhang made up his mind and quickened his pace, shouting urgently:

"Master Jiang, please let go of me. I will leave now!"

As soon as he left the hall, Jiang Xun took a deep breath, his face as cold and majestic as if frozen in the cold night.

His eyes were like lightning, staring directly at the Royal Guards outside the palace, and he shouted in a low voice:

"Before His Majesty fainted, he ordered that the Crown Princess and His Royal Highness the Grandson be brought here immediately. There must be no delay!"

When the Imperial Guards heard this, they were stunned at first, but in a flash, they were moved by Jiang Xun's reputation and the emperor's favor, and they obeyed the order without hesitation.

After all, other people don’t know what a whetstone or a touchstone is. They only know that among all the civil and military officials in the court, Jiang Xun is the most trusted and valued minister of Emperor Sheng.

Jiang Xun did not stop and walked quickly outside with Imperial Physician Zhang. When they passed by Shen Zhengsheng and his group, he naturally saw the devastated Shen Jiasui.

However, at this moment, he could no longer spare a moment and could only endure the inner torment and hurriedly say a few words to Shen Zhengsheng as fast as he could.

Shen Zhengsheng looked solemn and nodded seriously.

Jiang Xun's gaze swept over Shen Jiasui one last time, filled with guilt and reluctance, and then he rushed to the imperial prison like a meteor chasing the moon.

.......

woohoo-

Shen Jiasui had already come to his senses. He suppressed all his worries and walked as fast as the wind on the palace road.

As the sun sets, the palace walls on both sides stand majestically, casting heavy shadows, as if they have been watching the changes of power in the world with cold eyes for a long time.

Shen Jiasui's shadow was stretched out long on the mottled stone slabs of the palace road, as if it would be swallowed up by the huge shadow cast by the palace wall at any time.

But she did not hesitate at all, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and her bright eyebrows were full of determination and courage, suppressing all fear.

This palace road has carried the ambitions of emperors throughout the ages and witnessed the ups and downs of countless court officials.

Now, she, Shen Jiasui, is rushing on it, in order to take a dangerous path in this corridor of historical sedimentation to change her destiny and turn the world around!

If successful, the history of the Sheng Dynasty will be rewritten from today!