The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 81 Qin Wangzhu Dies
In the first year of Qin Wangzhu's reign, on the 22nd day of the twelfth month, at night.

King Zhu of Qin died.

When Prince Cheng Jiao learned the news, it was his mother Ji Yaoyao who told him.

He didn't believe it.

During the day he was still rejoicing over his father's triumphant return and looking forward to the grand banquet.

How could my grandfather die after a day? The imperial physician Li Yue clearly said that my grandfather could live until the wax festival.

Inside Li Yi Palace, Ying Chengqiu's smile was very forced, and his fingers were shaking a little.

"Are you kidding me, mother? You can't make such a joke. My grandfather will be angry if he hears it..."

He looked at his mother expectantly, trembling inside, waiting for her to admit that she was joking.

Although he knew that, except for him, anyone who said the word "hong" would be seeking death, only the death of the monarch could be called "hong".

Today, Ji Yaoyao did not wear the clothes her son had designed for her. She was dressed in a white dress, her white skirt spotless.
Her almond-shaped eyes were full of love and affection as she picked up her son and held him in her arms.

Feeling her son trembling, she rocked her body slightly and patted his back gently, just like when she was coaxing him to sleep when he was a child.

"Qian'er, this is Qin's fate.

"Put on your clothes and go to Jingquan Palace to see your grandfather off for the last time."

Jingquan Palace, which is affiliated to Zhangtai Palace, has only one function, which is to store the king's corpse.

Ying Chengjiao climbed up from his mother's arms and looked into her eyes.

"Is my father really dead?"

Ji Yaoyao looked into her son's clear eyes; she did not see a single tear in them.

She was a little nervous.

The king loved his son so much that they slept in the same palace.

The king has passed away, and his son should be sadder than anyone else. How could he not cry?

"Yes." She observed her son's condition and nodded slightly.

Ying Chengjiao was calmer than Ji Yaoyao had imagined. There was only seriousness and solemnity on his little face, no sadness or grief.

"How did my grandfather die?" Ying Chengjiao asked in a declarative tone.

"Died of illness or drowning." Ji Yaoyao was worried and unknowingly infected by her son. She was so nervous that her words were very concise.

[Drowned.]
Ying Chengjiao repeated it in his mind.

He had been accompanying my grandfather to see a doctor for a long time, and he was present almost every time the imperial physician came to see my grandfather.

As the saying goes, "Experience makes a good doctor." He was very familiar with my grandfather's illness.

The word "drowning poison" often appears in the mouth of the imperial physician Li Yue, and it refers to kidney disease.

The kidney qi is weak and cannot evaporate water, which causes water to accumulate and gradually develop into edema.

It is the sequelae of my father's excessive indulgence.

"I see.

"Mom, please go to Jingquan Palace first. I want to be alone for a while.

"I'll change my clothes and go over in a moment."

Ji Yaoyao shook her head.

"Mother is here with you. Wherever you go, mother will be there."

Ying Chengjiao smiled bitterly and advised:
"Mom, my great grandfather passed away. I'm very sad. Can you let me cry alone for a while?

"I don't want to cry in Jingquan Palace. It's embarrassing."

Ji Yaoyao knew that her son had a self-esteem that far exceeded that of his peers.

Having said this as usual, she left.

She completely dotes on her son. She always gives him whatever he wants and supports him in doing whatever he wants to do.

But this time, she hugged her son, rested her chin on his little shoulder, and begged:

"Don't chase mother away, okay?"

My son's body began to tremble again.

Ji Yaoyao shed tears and pursed her red lips and said:
"Whatever you want to do, mom will accompany you, okay? Don't let mom worry..."

Ying Chengjiao raised his little face and wiped away the tears from his mother's eyes.

Her eyes were as curved as her mother's, and she smiled and said:
"Then wait for me here, mother. I'll go to the Imperial Medical Bureau." Li Yue said that my grandfather's kidney disease has basically recovered. It is impossible that he died of drowning poisoning.

Ji Yaoyao took her son's hand and stood up to leave.

"Mom will go with you."

She felt a very weak resistance in her hand, but it was this resistance that held her back.

His son shook his head and begged:
"My mother is waiting for me in the palace. Can I go alone?"

Zhangtai Street, Imperial Medical Bureau.

Ying Chengjiao didn’t know how many times he had come here. The place was filled with a strong smell of medicine all year round.

Ying Chengjiao specifically asked for the imperial physician Li Yue, as it was Li Yue who treated his grandfather every time.

Li Yue knew best what disease his grandfather might have died of.

Upon hearing that Master Chengjiao had arrived, the imperial physician Zhao Yong hurried over and said:
"The Imperial Physician was summoned by the King two hours ago and has not returned since."

Ying Cheng was silent.

He really wished that it was his grandfather who called the imperial physician Li Yue away, rather than his grandfather dying and Li Yue performing the autopsy.

He looked up at Zhao Yong, met the imperial physician's only remaining eye, swallowed, and his voice was dry.

"Got it... Take good care of yourself. If you have any problems, come to Chengjiao Palace to find me."

Zhao Yong, with a fawning face, gave a dry laugh and escorted Master Cheng Jiao out of the office.

He stepped over the threshold and watched with his only remaining eye as Master Chengjiao got on the carriage, watched Master Chengjiao crawl through the curtain, and watched the driver steer the four horses around.

He smiled stiffly and waved his hands, his mind recalling the day when Master Cheng Jiao came to the Imperial Medical Bureau to apologize to him.

"This matter was all caused by Cheng Jiao, and Mr. Lei suffered an unprovoked disaster.

“If you have any problems in the future, you can come and find Cheng Jiao.

"This is a huge sum of money, please accept it, sir.

"Sir, Cheng Jiao has sent people to bring your parents and relatives to Xianyang. Here are two sets of Xianyang Sanhuan Mansions. I hope I can compensate you a little..."

The Young Master Cheng Jiao in my memory coincides with the Young Master Cheng Jiao who just said he came to the palace for something.

"If you don't mind, Zhao Yong's life will belong to you from now on."

He remembered the words he had spoken, the promise he had made.

[Where can I find another lord as good as this? A gentleman will die for his friend.]
"Young Master Cheng Jiao!"

In the carriage, Zhao Yong's shouting was heard.

Ying Chengjiao immediately stopped the driver and climbed out from behind the curtain.

Grabbing the car curtain with one hand, he forced a smile and asked:
"Sir, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

Zhao Yong took two steps at a time and ran forward. There was no more flattery in his smile.

There was a bright smile on his face, which was thin and dark due to overwork.

"Young Master Ying Bai, I came to get ten Yang Qi Pills today. I hope they will be of use to you, young master."

The car curtain was pulled into a flat surface, and a slight "tearing" sound was heard.

Ying Chengjiao didn’t know many medicines, but Yangqi Pills was one of them.

This is a medicine that his grandfather often used.

Take half a pill at a time, half a pill for a day.

The name may seem inconspicuous, but it is made from a variety of rare medicinal materials such as deer penis, deer blood, Cistanche deserticola, ginkgo, etc. It is the most effective aphrodisiac.

"Are you sure it's Junior Attendant Ying Bai?" Ying Chengjiao's voice trembled.

Zhao Yong pointed at his only remaining eye and said with a frank smile:

"I am blind and have only one eye left. I dare not make mistakes with this one again."

Ying Chengjiao pulled the car curtain hard, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.

"Go pack the necessary items right now. Don't bring any gold or silver. I'll give them to you. Be here in an hour. My people will take you to Korea."

Zhao Yong, who was determined to die, was surprised and delighted.

"Wei, thank you very much, sir!"

"It's Mr. Chengjiao, thank you very much..." Ying Chengjiao's voice was hoarse.

(End of this chapter)