allonlinenovel Chapter 500 The outcome is about to be revealed.
Chapter 500 The outcome is about to be revealed.
The Northern Qi emperor unconsciously projected his own image onto others. He assumed that if the emperor were a remnant of the previous dynasty, eagerly plotting to restore his kingdom, he would not help the reigning emperor when he faced internal and external troubles. Instead, he might even seize the opportunity to create internal strife and reclaim the throne.
Not to mention that they disregarded their own health in order to assist the reigning emperor in governing the country.
Otherwise, what's the point of taking back the country if you don't live to enjoy it?
Moreover, the Imperial Tutor was delirious from his illness, so how could he have foreseen the future and made such a grand plan in advance?
The emperor of Northern Qi did not know why he would doubt his imperial tutor.
If the Imperial Tutor had designs on usurping the throne, he would have had plenty of opportunities to replace him.
On the contrary, the Imperial Tutor not only had no intention of disloyalty, but all his actions over the years were for him and for the people of Northern Qi, without the slightest selfishness.
For this reason, the Imperial Tutor established an extremely high reputation among the court officials and the people, even surpassing that of the emperor himself.
He began to fear the Imperial Tutor, worried that the Imperial Tutor might plot to usurp the throne, so he planted spies in the Imperial Tutor's residence.
Over the years, the Imperial Tutor has had no woman by his side, let alone any children.
He was more like a "lonely ruler" than an emperor.
Even if the Imperial Tutor seizes the throne, who will inherit it in the future?
The Northern Qi Emperor's face was solemn: "I order you to cure the Imperial Tutor, by any means necessary. If you fail to cure him, you will all be buried with him."
The imperial physicians and doctors were terrified and knelt down on the ground in unison, trembling like sieves: "Your...your humble servants obey your orders."
The Emperor of Northern Qi looked at this group of good-for-nothings, his chest filled with rage: "Hurry up and go!"
"Your humble servant... will go immediately..."
The imperial physicians and doctors rose one after another, discussing with trepidation how to treat the imperial tutor.
The Northern Qi Emperor clutched his throbbing head, pausing briefly before turning to Yan Er beside him: "I just summoned the imperial physicians and doctors to treat the Imperial Tutor. Do you have anything to say?"
Yan Er had nothing to say, but was amazed by his master's foresight. He had actually predicted that the Xianwang would die and that the Northern Qi emperor would suspect him, so he had put himself in the trap.
After returning from the palace, the master made all the necessary arrangements and fell ill in bed that very day.
Although the master is unwell and has been suffering from minor illnesses lately, he is not terminally ill.
Feeling sorry for his master, he said that Physician Fang was one of their own and that there was no need for him to be seriously ill.
The master said, "Only by using oneself as a chess piece can one compete with the world. And the way to compete lies in caution and meticulousness."
The Northern Qi emperor would not believe that his master was seriously ill and would definitely invite various imperial physicians and doctors to examine his pulse.
Only when the master is truly dying can he be completely cleared of suspicion.
After all, the master had been unconscious for several days before the Prince Xian was murdered, so how could he have plotted to kill the Prince Xian?
Even if their master uses a self-inflicted injury as a ruse, they would not gamble with their own lives.
The slightest mistake could lead to death and the loss of one's soul.
Even if their master takes a risky move, sacrificing his own life for the clan's wealth and honor, it is worth it.
But the master had neither descendants nor clan.
Why put yourself to death in order to harm the wise king?
If it weren't for the fact that he was the Emperor of Northern Qi, no one would doubt their master.
No one could have imagined that the master had been playing this game for decades.
He is both the player and the piece on the chessboard.
Now, this game has come to an end.
The outcome is about to be revealed.
"Your Majesty, I wish to express my gratitude on behalf of my master." Yan Er knelt on the ground and replied, "My master once said that you have shown him great favor, not only giving him a position second only to the emperor, but also treating him with great kindness, as if he were family. Now that my master is seriously ill, only Your Majesty has remembered him and arranged for renowned doctors to treat him. If my master knew of your divine favor towards him, he would surely be deeply grateful."
The master's illness was not only to clear his name, but also to prevent the Northern Qi emperor from appointing him as military advisor to attack the Great Zhou.
When the Emperor of Northern Qi heard that his Imperial Tutor was ill and no one had come to visit him, his eyes flashed slightly: "Take good care of the Imperial Tutor."
"Yes," Yan Er replied.
The Northern Qi emperor turned around and caught a glimpse of a book titled "The Thirteen Chapters of the Chess Classic" on the long couch by the window.
He suddenly remembered that the Imperial Tutor loved playing chess and even more so studying this chess classic.
The Northern Qi emperor stepped out of the house, and the door closed behind him.
The rising evening breeze rustled the chess manual on the couch, pausing on the creased page. The bright moonlight outside the window illuminated a passage of text printed on the book.
Those skilled in winning do not contend; those skilled in strategy do not fight. Those skilled in battle are never defeated; those skilled in defeat do not panic. Chess begins with orthodox engagements and ends with unorthodox victories.
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The Northern Qi emperor returned to the palace in a carriage and ordered the imperial guards to collect the body of the virtuous prince and keep a close watch on Zhao Yi and Shen Qingtan's every move. He also ordered more guards to patrol every corner of the palace continuously.
After making the arrangements, the Northern Qi Emperor, suppressing his headache, leaned back on his dragon throne, pondering who, besides the Imperial Tutor and the Empress, could possibly understand his heart.
Ultimately, he expanded the scope to include his inner court officials and several close advisors whom he had personally cultivated.
The Northern Qi emperor dismissed his attendants, wrote down a list, and handed it to his secret guards.
Just then, a eunuch's voice rang out from outside: "Your Majesty, someone has arrived from the Cold Palace."
The Northern Qi emperor was startled and subconsciously looked up, only to see a bright white light illuminating the diamond-shaped lattice on the door, realizing that it was dawn.
He hadn't slept all night, and his head was throbbing and the pain was getting worse.
Not only that, but I also felt a tightness in my chest and couldn't breathe.
For a moment, he didn't realize who lived in the Cold Palace.
The eunuch continued, "Your Majesty, the guards watching over the Cold Palace have brought you a message from Consort Shu. She says she knows about Prince Xian's affair and wishes to see you one last time. She has some things she wants to say to you."