kvmb Chapter 497 The Last Side
Chapter 497 The Last Side
The head of the Prince Xian was placed in a wooden box lined with wood ash and rosemary. His wide-open eyes seemed to be staring at Consort Shu, filled with resentment and regret, unable to rest in peace even in death.
Consort Shu stared at the wooden box in horror, her heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, she couldn't breathe, and her whole body was trembling.
No, it's impossible.
This is not her Heng'er.
Heng'er promised her yesterday that once he had wiped out the remnants of the previous dynasty and made a contribution, he would take her out to enjoy a life of luxury.
Heng'er has never broken a promise to her.
This time, Heng'er will not break her promise either.
Consort Shu refused to believe that her son was dead, and she refused to look at the human head in the box any longer.
Just looking at that face that resembled her son's made her feel as if her intestines were breaking apart inch by inch.
Consort Shu hurriedly closed the lid, but in her haste, she accidentally knocked the wooden box to the ground.
With a "bang," a head rolled out and rolled several feet away.
Wood ash was scattered all over the ground.
a mess.
Even so, Consort Shu saw clearly the black mole below the ear of that head, and her last belief completely collapsed, leaving her unable to deceive herself any longer.
This is her son.
Consort Shu felt as if a pair of hands were tearing her body apart, her soul being ripped from her body, and she floated down to the ground. She wanted to cry but couldn't; her throat was tightly constricted, and she couldn't make a sound.
She tried to get up, but her mind went blank. She couldn't control her limbs and had forgotten how to crawl.
He could only lie on the ground and stretch out his hand toward the wise king's head.
She longed to be close to her son, so she moved little by little to the side of the wise king's head, until her fingertips touched his hair.
Consort Shu reached out and hugged her head, but her hands trembled violently. She had to hug it several times before she could hold it firmly. She pressed it against her chest and curled up, as if only in this way could she resist the pain of her heart being cut open.
When the box fell to the ground, Wang Lin finally saw what was inside. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He never expected that it contained not the gift that the Prince Xian had given to Consort Shu, but the Prince Xian's head.
He was so frightened that his face turned ashen, and his legs went weak, causing him to collapse to the ground. He stared in terror at Consort Shu lying on the ground, her hairpins askew, her hair disheveled, and her face ashen, like a withered leaf on a branch in the dead of winter, lifeless.
He was Consort Shu's confidant, so he knew very well that Consort Shu valued Prince Xian highly, even more than her own life.
She was willing to give everything for the wise king, even her own life.
Now that the wise king is dead, it is even more painful for her than if she were killed.
"Your Majesty..." Wang Lin crawled on his hands and feet to Consort Shu's side. Seeing her tears streaming down her face, yet she seemed oblivious, he also began to cry. "Your Majesty, you must pull yourself together and take care of your health so that you can avenge our Prince."
Consort Shu was so immersed in the immense grief of losing her son that she could not hear anything.
She lay on the ground all night, holding the wise king's head in her arms.
Only when the blinding sunlight shone into her dry eyes did she slowly blink once.
Her tears had long since dried up; not a single tear could flow again. Her heart was hollowed out, leaving only a bellyful of hatred.
Consort Shu believed that the Northern Qi Emperor had killed Prince Xian.
The power of the previous dynasty was unpredictable, and the Northern Qi emperor knew this better than anyone else. Yet, he still sent the wise prince to wipe out the remnants of the previous dynasty, personally sending the wise prince to his death.
Not to mention, the Northern Qi emperor feared that his throne would be coveted by the virtuous prince, so in order to consolidate his imperial power, he elevated Zhao Yi to a high position, giving her leverage to compete with her son for the throne.
If the Northern Qi emperor had not granted Zhao Yi power and had not conferred upon him the title of prince, he would have been nothing more than a prince without any power or influence.
The Lin family will not fall, she will not lose power, and her son will not die a tragic death.
All the suffering she endured was caused by the Northern Qi emperor.
The emperor of Northern Qi was the real instigator.
Thinking of all this, Consort Shu hated the Emperor of Northern Qi even more.
"My lady..."
Wang Lin knelt before Consort Shu, wanting to say something.
Consort Shu shushed him, "Keep quiet, Heng'er is sleeping."
Wang Lin shut his mouth and looked at Consort Shu in horror.
Has Your Majesty gone mad?
Consort Shu was unaware of Wang Lin's thoughts and did not care about the opinions of others; she only had her son in her eyes.
Afraid of hurting the Prince, she gently combed through the hair on her head with her fingers until she straightened each strand of the messy hair.
Then, she took out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped away the dirt from the Prince's face, stroking his cold, even stiff cheeks with great reluctance.
She said gently, "Heng'er, go to sleep obediently and wait for your mother."
These words sent chills down Wang Lin's spine.
The next moment, he heard Consort Shu say in a soft voice, "Wang Lin, have the guards at the gate pass on a message to His Majesty. Tell them... I already know about Heng'er and want to see him one last time."