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Chapter 239 - 241: The Emperor’s Tears

Chapter 239: Chapter 241: The Emperor’s Tears

Like a late breeze blowing across the lotus leaves, rustling sounds were made, those sounds, were unexpectedly melodious.

"Advise you not to cherish the robe woven with gold thread, urge you to cherish the days of youth.

Flowers should be plucked when blooming, don’t wait till there are no flowers, only to pluck empty branches."

Emperor Yongye’s body shook, his footsteps hanging in mid-air, as if petrified.

Dugu Wu’s fist, too, suddenly relaxed.

He lifted his eyes, heterochromia dazzlingly brilliant, even brighter than the stars in the sky by a few degrees.

Nearby, the constant chirping of insects, in the distance, the continuous croaking of frogs.

Dongfang Cheng was dumb as a wooden chicken.

Emperor Yongye took the final step, a slight warmth in his eyes.

"Prepare the carriage, back to the palace."

The bright yellow silhouette disappeared into the thick night.

Dongfang Cheng’s expression also flickered, and after a while, he cursed and left reluctantly with his men.

Feng Bailing took a long breath.

Ancient people did not deceive me; reading three hundred Tang poems indeed has its benefits.

Seeing no one around, Feng Bailing quickly picked up the orchid on the ground.

"Let’s go."

Dugu Wu said in a muffled voice, and only then did Feng Bailing catch up to him, and both disappeared among the flowers.

"Flowers should be plucked when blooming..."

"Don’t wait till there are no flowers, only to pluck empty branches... Am I not deaf, Feng Bailing... She truly knows how to compose poetry, and does it so... so well."

Dongfang Li murmured, as if lost in thought.

"Brother, you’re not deaf, but you are blind."

Dongfang Mosheng gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

He and Dongfang Li had both misjudged Feng Bailing.

Outside the Imperial Study, Li Qing had been waiting for nearly an hour.

Ever since Emperor returned from the imperial garden, he had locked himself inside the Imperial Study.

Li Qing paced anxiously; Emperor Yongye had not been feeling well lately, and the Imperial Physician had repeatedly warned him not to overexert himself.

"Emperor, the night is deep."

This was the third time Li Qing reminded the Emperor.

But the door of the Imperial Study remained tightly closed.

Inside the Imperial Study, the lamplight flickered, casting a small halo.

A moth fluttered its wings and as soon as it approached, it was burned to ashes by the fire.

On Emperor Yongye’s desk, various memorials were piled up like a mountain.

"Li Qing, move these orchids out."

Emperor Yongye finally spoke, and Li Qing, relieved, pushed the door open.

Seeing Emperor Yongye standing with his hands behind his back in front of the bookshelf, he pointed to the orchid pots arranged on the desk and bookshelf.

Emperor Yongye had a particular fondness for orchids, which was no secret in the palace.

The Empress had won the Emperor’s respect for so many years because of her skilled orchid cultivation.

"Emperor, these pots have been nurtured for many years and are very precious varieties; Her Majesty said they are your favorites."

Li Qing hesitated.

"What use is their bloom if none is what I seek?"

Emperor Yongye’s face looked withered; he swept an orchid pot off onto the floor with a wave of his hand.

"None of them, none of them!"

Emperor Yongye grew agitated, his eyes filled with bloodshot.

"Emperor, dual-colored orchids are rare in this world. This batch of seeds brought by the Empress is about to bloom; perhaps it contains the dual-colored orchid you are searching for."

Li Qing hurriedly had the little eunuch move the orchids.

Emperor Yongye’s health was deteriorating, and his temper had grown quicker than in earlier years.

Other than Li Qing, who had served him for over a decade, no one else dared approach.

"Leave."

Emperor Yongye closed his eyes and waved his hand; Li Qing carefully closed the door.

The moment the door shut, Li Qing saw Emperor Yongye’s back. Emperor Yongye, in his prime, had strands of white in his hair.

Inside the Imperial Study, once again left alone, he took down a box from the highest shelf of the bookshelf.

The box looked as though it had been placed there for a long time, but there was not a speck of dust on it, showing it was frequently tended to.

Emperor Yongye opened the box, and inside was a painting.

In the painting was an orchid, simple and elegant, the colors not vibrant, and the leaves and branches not lush, but the thin plant bore two orchid flowers.

One black and one white.

The white was elegant and beautiful, the black enchantingly lovely; with just a few strokes, it was compelling to the eyes.

Emperor Yongye caressed the painting, the edges of the paper were frayed.

He picked up a brush and wrote on the painting four lines of Feng Bailing’s poem.

"Flowers should be plucked when blooming, don’t wait till there are no flowers, only to pluck empty branches. I understand now, but you are no longer here, never to return."

Emperor Yongye held the painting, tears streaming down...

Outside, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Hua Wushang was about to enter, Li Qing was leaving, and gave Hua Wushang a look.

Hearing Emperor Yongye’s voice, Hua Wushang glanced into the Imperial Study, and just caught sight of that painting.